Mrs. Lu carried Chen Ji on her back, weaving through the rime ice. Every so often, she would turn her head and press her cheek against Chen Ji's forehead, which remained icy.
Old Ears held Wu Yun in his arms, stepping unevenly alongside Mrs. Lu, remaining silent as if fearing he might provoke Mrs. Lu and get kicked.
He quietly observed Chen Ji, occasionally creeping forward to carefully lift Chen Ji's sleeve for a look, then trying to lift Chen Ji's clothes hem, scratching his head in anxiety.
Just as he was about to lift Chen Ji's clothes hem, Mrs. Lu lost her patience, turned her head and glared at him: "What are you doing?"
