42 New Year's Eve

Fen Lin's financial situation was only slightly better than Xiao Liulang's once was, but it was really not that great, which could be seen from his daily living expenses.

However, when it came to things concerning Xiao Liulang, he had always been unconditionally generous. Just take the red paper for this occasion, a dozen pieces costing almost half a tael of silver.

Normally, all he ate at the academy was pickled vegetables with a steamed bun.

In the evening, the sky started to snow again.

Fen Lin was alone at the academy.

He was reading in his bedchamber, a single oil lamp not bright enough, but he didn't want to light a second one.

There was a cold wind blowing through the door cracks, causing him to shiver.

He didn't light a fire because the academy didn't allow it, and he was too frugal to do it.