The manor's interior was maintained at the most comfortable temperature all year round, whether it was cold or hot outside. As soon as Wen Yi returned to the hall, the warmth and bustle embraced her, alleviating the chill that the cold wind had stiffened her with.
She had just found a spot to sit down when a soft shawl was draped over her shoulders from behind, followed by the mature voice of a man, "Wearing so little, standing outside for so long, aren't you cold?"
Wen Yi turned her head to find a handsome man with a gentle complexion sitting down beside her. His arm was casually resting on the armrest, as he looked at her askance, "No wonder mom worries about you every day at your age."
Wen Yi, "..."
At your age, Wen Yi wasn't sure if he was referring to their mom or... her.
