The mansion's front gate opened, the cold drizzle wafting in.
Yu Chiyin, holding a large black umbrella in one hand and cradling Xiaoyi in the other arm, approached from within the gloomy curtain of rain, his tall figure gradually drawing near.
When he saw Lu Fengxuan standing thinly clad at the doorway, he frowned and scolded gently, "Axuan, go inside and wait for me."
Wearing just a dress, with the rain and wind blowing at her, she didn't seem to fear catching cold.
Lu Fengxuan went in to wait for them, and just then a servant brought over a towel, which she took and held in readiness for them.
When Yu Chiyin entered the living room, carrying Xiaoyi, he set Xiaoyi down on the ground.
At that moment, a dry towel was draped over Xiaoyi's head, and in front of Yu Chiyin appeared another towel.
"Brother Ayin, change your shoes later. First, dry your hair, and be careful not to catch a cold," Lu Fengxuan said as she wiped Xiaoyi's hair.
"Men are not so frail," he retorted.
