Lu Jiang didn't come home tonight, so Feng Qingyun slept with her sister.
Feng Qingxue heard her tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and couldn't help but say, "Settle down. Aren't you afraid the blanket will let the cold air in with all your flipping around? All the nice warmth inside is being scattered away by you."
Feng Qingyun immediately went completely still, making Feng Qingxue burst into laughter.
"Sis."
"What is it?"
Feng Qingyun was silent for a moment. Then, in a small voice, she said, "If I like an orphan, will you be mad?"
Feng Qingxue suddenly turned her head, staring at her younger sister lying closer to the inside of the bed in the darkness. "You've found someone you like? You didn't mention anything a few months ago when you were in the Capital, and you've never written about it in your letters."
"Sis, answer me first!" Feng Qingyun urged.
