From the elevator to the room, Shi Su remained silent the whole way.
Once in the room, she was almost dragged to the bedside by the man, who forcibly pressed her shoulders to make her sit down.
Jing Jihan looked down at her face: "Sit tight, don't let your mind wander, I'm here for everything."
He glanced at the time; it was just after four in the afternoon. The sky in the Imperial Capital was already slightly dusky, but not yet dark. Outside the window, silver frost adorned the branches and twigs, the window was tightly shut, and the room was warm and reassuring, with sufficient heating.
