It was the firewood that was half-burned by Lao Ai. It was stacked there.
PEI Munian's heart skipped a beat and she strode over. He squatted down and reached out to touch the firewood. It was not wet. It seemed that it was left over by the workers who used it to keep warm.
PEI Munian quickly picked up the firewood and walked back to Su Wanwan's side. He put the firewood in front of her and got up again. He groped around the house and found some paper and lighters, as well as a small blanket.
He took it and quickly returned to su Wanwan's side. He lit the paper and put it in the firewood. He set up the firewood and let it burn quickly.
As the fire rose, the surrounding area suddenly felt a little warm.
PEI Munian picked up su Wanwan's hand and leaned towards the fire. His big palm kept rubbing her hand hard, trying to warm her up.
