Ye Manman was indeed awakened by the cold at night. When she opened her eyes, the room's bulb was particularly glaring, but there was no noise outside, which meant it was not yet four o'clock.
Usually, by four or five o'clock, people outside were already busy. It might not be noisy, but there was some sound, like the nearby villagers bringing their vegetables to sell in town, and those selling breakfast nearby; these people all got up very early.
The feeling of icy hands and feet was truly uncomfortable. No matter how much Ye Manman curled up, her feet remained icy cold. She wanted to get a hot water bottle but remembered He Chen's advice and held back the urge to get one.
Looking at the large quilt at the end of the bed, Ye Manman was reluctant but still shook it open and put it over the blanket she was currently using.
"Ugh!"
Sure enough, it was heavy!
