Bai Xianyu got off the bed. The cold air seeped under her dress. She rubbed her hands and pressed the back of her hand against Xie Xingyun's forehead.
"Xie Xingyun?"
He did not answer.
He was so cold that there was no warmth at all.
She frowned. The wood he had brought back for the fire was still on the other side of the room.
Bai Xianyu brought some over and placed them in front of Xie Xingyun. She took a sulphur match from his bag and lit the pine branch to start a fire.
Soon, flames rose.
Xie Xingyun's head hung low, his cold face blurred by the burning flames.
After a while, Bai Xianyu reached out her hand again, and the man's body temperature gradually rose.
His breathing was also very even.
Would the future Regent, who would intimidate the court and kill decisively, also freeze himself into unconsciousness…
