Wang Family's firewood room was a very small space where Qin Zhao and Chu Yan sat together on a long bench.
Chu Yan's packed lunch had been completely stolen by Tengshe, so Qin Zhao and Chu Yan could only have some bread for dinner.
There was a severe temperature difference between day and night in autumn; wearing a sweater at noon felt somewhat hot, but by dusk, the cold wind was rampant.
When the sky had turned completely dark, the cold wind was banging the wooden door loudly.
"Are you cold?" Chu Yan took her hand and gently blew on it.
"Not cold."
Qin Zhao's expression stiffened, and she tried to pull her hand back. For someone in cultivation, this bit of cold was nothing.
"Oh."
Chu Yan acknowledged with a sound, but he didn't let go of her hand and kept holding it firmly.
In the pitch-black firewood room, Qin Zhao could only see his outline, and he was very close to her.
Chu Yan pinched her hand, and when his fingertips touched her ring finger, he didn't feel the ring.
