It's winter in Qinghe, and Nie Huaisang is sitting on his bed, gazing out of his window at the snow-covered hills, with a cloak wrapped around his shoulders. He turns slightly as he hears the door open, and smiles faintly as he sees his brother.

Mingjue: "A-Sang. How are you today? I know how much you despise the cold."

Huaisang: "Da-ge... I'm fine. I've got everything I could want here. See, Everything's fine, you worry too much."

Huaisang walks slowly over to the table and pours two cups of tea. He smiles up at Mingjue.

Huaisang: "Look, Da-ge, I'm fine! Come have tea with me, what harm could it do? No one's ever died from having a cup of tea, I don't know what you're worrying about!"