That night, Yun Chunnuan had just lain down when the door of her room was knocked.
The winter nights in Bianliao are extremely cold, even with a firepot burning inside, filled with fine silver charcoal, the chill could still be felt.
Upon hearing the knock, Yun Chunnuan thought it was Qiao'er.
Before sleep, Qiao'er would always add some silver charcoal to the firepot.
Wrapped tightly in a thick blanket, curled up in bed, she let the person in directly.
"Qiao'er, could you add another firepot, it's too cold, perhaps it's going to snow."
"Hmm."
A man's low voice came, Yun Chunnuan froze for a moment, realizing it wasn't Qiao'er.
"General Yelyu?"
This time, the man didn't respond, and when Yun Chunnuan stuck her head out of the blanket to look, she saw him carrying a charcoal brazier half his height.
Looking at that brazier, Yun Chunnuan felt a pang in her heart.
