After Li Yuanyuan left, Jiang Ning leaned on her wheelchair lost in thought.
Huang Ying took a small stool and sat beside her, massaging her legs.
"What is the master thinking?" she asked.
"It seems to be raining outside." Jiang Ning said.
"Huh, it is." Huang Ying went out for a look and then returned with a smile. "How did the master know? The rain is getting heavier, it's quite cold."
She shrank her neck and brought a blanket to cover Jiang Ning's knees.
Jiang Ning patted her leg: "My leg is more accurate at predicting the weather than the Bureau of Astronomy's ministers."
However, Huang Ying couldn't bring herself to laugh.
She knew the master had suffered a lot because of these legs.
Even now, when they were said to be healed, they would be unavoidably uncomfortable during rainy and cloudy days.
"The rain is getting colder and colder." Jiang Ning said again.
