The entire afternoon passed quietly.
Outside, the weather continued to grow colder. By the time evening arrived, darkness had already settled across the sky, and the chilly wind whistled against the stone walls of the house. Winter's arrival could almost be felt in the air.
After bathing with warm water, Su Qinglan finally stepped out of the bathhouse. Steam still lingered around her body, and her cheeks were faintly flushed from the heat. Her long hair carried the refreshing scent of herbs, making her feel both relaxed and comfortable.
The moment she pushed open the door and entered the house, a wave of warmth greeted her.
The stone house was brightly lit, and every corner reflected the efforts of the males who had worked so hard to build their home. Bamboo furniture filled the room…shelves, chairs, tables, and storage cabinets. Everything looked simple yet surprisingly cozy.
At the center of the room stood a large bamboo dining table, and it was already crowded.
