Are you crazy? It's only two or three degrees outside!
He placed her icy-cold body onto the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then adjusted the room temperature to make it a bit warmer.
Lu Hualiang also got in and hugged her tightly, rubbing her frozen, somewhat stiff arms with his large hands.
He was warming her up.
"What's wrong? Not happy?"
Xia Weibao shook her head, resting her head against his chest, "I just feel that fate plays tricks on people."
Isn't it? If the original owner really was the daughter of the Yan Family, yet died by their hands, what else could it be if not fate's trick?
"It was supposed to be a simple thing. Lu Garden and the Presidential Mansion are next door to each other, but because of mom's illness and the resentment in Yan Lingyi's heart, there was no communication between the two sides, causing them to miss each other for so many years."
