"Ah Xin, are you going to have to come out and clear the snow every day from now on? If the snow gets so heavy one day that it directly buries your door, wouldn't you be stuck down there and unable to get out?" Qin Lan joked with Chen Xin while shoveling snow.
Though it was just a joke, her concern was not unfounded. A snowstorm had already left the snow on the ground waist-deep, and with the temperatures continuing to drop, it wasn't going to melt. A few more snowfalls like this, and the door to Chen Xin's house would likely be completely buried under the snow.
But for Chen Xin, especially the unusually dejected Chen Xin today, this wasn't something worth worrying about.
"If it gets buried, so be it. I have food and drink in my shelter, so it doesn't make much difference whether I go out or not." Although Chen Xin continued to shovel snow, his attitude was one of indifference.
