In the blink of an eye, it was already December.
The moonlight tonight had a hazy chill to it, and Shen Qinglan sat on a small stool in the courtyard, quietly gazing at this silver world.
It had been over a month since she last parted ways with Duan Yunfei and the others in Jinxi Town.
"Why are you sitting here alone at night, my lady?" Xichun came over, wrapped in a cloak, her face unnaturally pale under the moonlight.
Shen Qinglan frowned, "Why do you look so unwell?"
Xichun gently coughed weakly, covering her mouth, and said, "It's nothing, just a little cough."
"Weren't you fine this morning?" Shen Qinglan pulled over another small stool and handed it to her.
Xichun quietly thanked her before taking the small stool and sat beside her.
"I just started feeling like coughing a while ago," Xichun coughed again and said, "I was afraid to disturb Lian Qiu and the others, so I decided to come out for a walk and will return once they're asleep."
