"Yes, the feeling of freezing to death."
"…"
Can't you say something nice?
Sitting in a sedan in this weather wasn't that much more comfortable.
But only when Bu Yaolian sat inside did she understand that a sedan chair could be so luxurious and even pulled by a horse.
She lifted the curtain, and a cold wind blew in.
Bu Yaolian had low spiritual power to begin with, and so was even more afraid of the cold.
"Do you want to go play in this wind with an umbrella? That will really be a different feeling," Su Shenfan asked in a mystified tone as he reclined on the couch.
Bu Yaolian shook her head. "No… I don't. It feels like I'm freezing to death. Shao Zun, you have great foresight."
"You should act within your own means. You don't know what you're made of, yet you're in the mood to sympathize with others."
Although Su Shenfan said this, he actually still cared for Bu Yaolian and had a carriage prepared.
