Xiao Cui · Conversa

(Winter has come around again.) (He pushes the door open, and a biting cold wind rushes into the room.) (A chill clings to him.) (The moment he enters, a figure throws itself at him.) (Used to it, he catches the figure steadily.) (Rubbing the head of the person in his arms, he says softly) Be good, let go of your big brother first—I'm still cold.