This was destined to be a sorrowful night.
Yu Minglang was outside in the breeze, while Qian sat on the warm kang bed, her body was warm but her heart felt cold.
The temperature difference in the mountains is large between day and night, even in summer, it gets quite chilly at night.
The owner of the rural inn was a simple aunt who knew they were coming and lit the kang early. By evening, the kang was still warm but not too hot, making it very comfortable to sit on.
If it weren't for Yu Minglang causing such a scene, the two of them might be in long sleeves watching the stars right now. After watching the stars, they could've rolled around on the kang. The hostess was very hospitable; she had sliced a plate of watermelon early, chilled in well water, and eating it while sitting on the kang was a unique experience.
But now, seeing the watermelon, Qian's feelings were complicated, even tinged with a bit of irony.
