He Xiyan slept early that night because she felt both physically and mentally exhausted.
She curled up in her soft and large bed. This bed was 2-meters wide but she was the only person lying on it at the moment, so she found it difficult to get used to the cold sheets beside her. Her hands and feet were cold for the longest time.
Her body's constitution had been Yang-deficient for the past two years, so her legs tended to be cold during winter. She was so used to putting her feet on Jiahang's body and he would always warm her up.
She looked at her phone and saw that it was already 9:30 PM but she still could not fall asleep.
Then, her phone rang and she saw that it was a video call from her son, Yuan Yuan.
He Xiyan slapped a hand over her forehead when she remembered that she had forgotten to send Yuan Yuan a voice message today. She quickly turned on the lights, straightened her clothes, and accepted his call.
