Shen Yunfang entered the room and saw Li Hongjun lying on the kang, covered with the big red satin cotton quilt she had made, which looked quite harmonious.
But the room was really cold, drafty from all sides. When the house was built, it probably wasn't intended for living, so the walls weren't thick enough.
Shen Yunfang felt the temperature inside the room. When she exhaled, her breath frosted in the air. It was definitely below zero. Could people really sleep here at night? She stepped forward and put her hand under the bedding to feel it; at least the kang wasn't made of ice.
"Have you been staying here the past couple of days?" Shen Yunfang asked.
"No, I stayed in the same room with my younger brother the last few days." Li Hongjun couldn't sleep at all; he was waiting for his wife.
"It seems that I've dragged you down," Shen Yunfang sighed.
