Just some bathing

The water was cold and the air was fresh. At the peak of winter, but still not as cold as during the night of Shang.

Counting properly, I found out that it was the 12th day of Second Falling. We had gotten to the otherside safely. There was a little difficulty at the middle of the river, but the craoca was strong enough to shrug it off.

"I'll go over there," Ling'er said, squeezing the excess water from her cloth.

She had her bosom wrapped with a long white scarf. Cold touched her uncovered arms, waist and back. Goosebumps appeared on her naked legs. Hairs would have stood on them, if there were any.

Feng Yi sneezed beside me, rubbing her shoulders. She followed Ling'er who went to take a bath. There was a small stream branching out from the mainstream. It shouldn't be shallow.

"Won't you go?" I asked my sister who just finished searching for her clothes.