Cheng Ziang rode his horse on the damp pebble road, with a fine mist drifting from the sky. The air was moist and cold, and whenever the horse breathed, a large amount of white vapor was visible.
However, for him, such a temperature wasn't considered too cold. Although the damp environment made the perceived temperature feel a few degrees lower than the actual temperature, it didn't matter to him at all.
By contrast, Xilia, riding not far away, had her face turned deathly pale from the cold, her teeth chattering nonstop. She was dressed much more warmly than Cheng Ziang, but she was still unable to fend off the cold, moist air.
Cheng Ziang watched her quietly, suddenly remembering that Luo'er had mentioned her before, which made him curious about her. He urged his horse closer to her.
"Cold, aren't you?" Cheng Ziang approached Xilia and asked casually, looking ahead.
