The autumn night's chill seeps in, even with doors and windows tightly shut, as it grows colder the deeper the night goes.
Lin Qiao was awoken by the cold once again. Instinctively, she tugged at the quilt, curling her legs up and murmuring lowly, "So cold."
At this moment, a low, muffled sneeze came from outside the room.
Half-asleep, Lin Qiao took a moment to react, and then she immediately opened her eyes, grabbed her clothes, and went out.
Perhaps those inside heard the door open, as the sneezing stopped.
It seemed to come from Song Tingfan's room. She walked to the door, gently knocked, and softly called, "Little uncle?" Then she shivered.
No, she needed to buy a blanket, even if it was expensive.
Soon, there came the sound of light footsteps inside, and the door opened, a low voice in the darkness asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Did you catch a cold?"
