He looked into the fire. “Back home, it snowed a lot. We used to wake up to a different type of silence, a knowing that the world was spun anew and that winter had arrived. The song comes from there: ‘The Sound of Snow Falling.’ ” “You’re right,” Lan said. “I don’t know it.” Her face lit in a devious smile as she scooted closer to him, propping her elbows in her lap and cupping her chin with her hands. “Which means you must teach me.”
