Shen Li slipped into bed, the covers already warm from Lin Ruan’s body. They leaned against the headboard, just like old times. "Zaozao," Lin Ruan said, "do you remember the first time I ran away from home?" Shen Li nodded. It had been the dead of winter, with snow falling in thick flakes. Less than a month after her mother's funeral, Lin Zhengguo had brought Ge Wei and Lin Shanshan home to stay,