It was already late when they reached home. Parker sent Bai Qingqing into the bedroom and then turned to head for the kitchen to prepare lunch for her.
Bai Qingqing was exposed to the wind in her thin clothing and was shivering from the cold. Even the bedroom's warm air couldn't stop her from shivering.
She picked up the blanket, covered herself up, then sat down on the warm stove.
Winston carried the child to her. Seeing that her face had turned green, he quickly used his big hands to hold onto her face.
The skin on Winston's palms felt cold as ice, and he felt as if his heart also felt a pang of coldness.
"Why are you so cold? Where's your coat?"
"I gave it to the little snake," Bai Qingqing replied.
An'an lay on the bed-stove, looking at her and pouting her small pink mouth.
Bai Qingqing smiled and said, "An'an must be hungry. Mommy will feed you right away."
