The north wind howled, and the snow swirled in flurries. In the corner of the room, four braziers burned brightly, and the modestly sized room was warm and free of any chill.
Mo Yan leaned softly against the couch, her lower half covered by a thick woolen blanket, presently engrossed in a medical book, staring in a daze at the snowflakes outside the window resembling large goose feathers.
At that moment, the thick door curtain was lifted a sliver, and a tall and handsome figure silently walked in, carrying a faint chill.
Looking at his wife, who was quietly watching the snow by the window, Xiao Ruiyuan didn't immediately go over. He stood by the closest brazier for a while until the chill on him had entirely dissipated, then he trudged over to his wife's side and grasped her hand.
Mo Yan looked up, her face showing a trace of surprise, "You're back? Is everything taken care of?"
