The closer it got to dusk, the stronger the wind blew, and the colder it became.
Xuan Ying placed his hands near his lips, exhaled a couple of warm breaths, and rubbed them together before asking, "Young Master, shall we rest for the night in the farmhouse?"
"Let's rest," said Duan Yunfei. "The wind is so strong, it's not suitable for traveling at night."
"Yes." Xuan Ying replied.
Shen Qinglan lifted the carriage curtain, allowing a burst of cold wind to come in. Le Zhao, who had already dozed off, couldn't help but shiver and woke up.
He stretched lazily and asked half-heartedly, "Where are we now?"
Duan Yunfei leaned out for a look and replied indifferently, "Lin Family Manor."
"We're not traveling overnight?" Le Zhao asked again.
Duan Yunfei said, "The wind is strong and it's cold. Besides, we've been on the road for so long and haven't even had a hot meal yet. We should find a place to eat first."
