After leaving the government, walking on the vast expanse of snow, the cold invaded from the soles of her feet, spreading to every corner of her body.
However, Shen Qinglan seemed not to feel the cold, her eyes downcast as she walked nonchalantly forward.
Earlier, while waiting in the woods, her shoes and embroidered cloak had been dampened by the snow.
She was the sort of person who couldn't even be bothered to brush off the snow that fell on her.
Duan Yunfei, walking by her side, felt a bit of heartache and some helplessness.
He, however, was only wearing a white robe today, without a cloak.
Having trained in martial arts and swordsmanship in the snow year-round, he was indeed not very afraid of the cold, so he usually dressed rather lightly.
"Fool, your hands are freezing!"
He reached out to hold her hands, sighing softly.
At first, Shen Qinglan was a little uncomfortable, reflexively wanting to withdraw her hands, but Duan Yunfei only held them tighter.
