It was autumn in the capital, and the weather was clear and cold. Especially in the morning. So her hands were cold. Han Qianye held Li Xiwu's hand and felt that her hand was as cold as ice. She could not help but think of last night and frown. Her emotions were indescribably complicated.
Min Hanrong, who had finished preparing breakfast, saw Han Qianye pull her daughter-in-law in and asked with concern, "Miss Li, are you feeling better?"
Li Xiwu said, "I'm fine."
When Min Hanrong heard this, she wanted to say more, so she put down what she was doing and walked over. "Everyone just heard that you were hospitalized last night. It's good that you're fine."
