Also, as they ventured further into the snowy land, Gu Chaoyan couldn't help but feel an intense coldness seeping into her bones. It seemed as though she was on the verge of freezing.
Initially, she attributed it to her body adjusting to the new environment. However, as they continued marching forward, the chill became overwhelming, almost causing her to collapse.
Instinctively, Gu Chaoyan sought warmth by embracing Zhou Huaijin, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm so cold."
Cold?
Zhou Huaijin was taken aback.
He had already provided her with a fox-fur wrap, concerned about the cold weather.
But evidently, it was insufficient.
Chaoyan was already layered in multiple garments and had heated items with her.
"Sword One, prepare the coal basin and bring it to the wagon. Fetch thick blankets, a hand-kettle—everything!" Zhou Huaijin's voice carried a note of urgency, yet he efficiently issued the orders.
