Outside, the heavy snow falls, further enhancing the tranquility and harmony within the room. The burning fire makes the girl's face glow rosy red.
Due to the sudden cold weather, the smell of charcoal fire isn't as overwhelming as it usually would be.
The sound of burning is reassuring, and the girl is quite beautiful, with her smooth long hair draped over her shoulders, adding a gentle softness.
The atmosphere is perfect... as it should be.
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Clothing?
Miss Yun's words were like a cold splash, dampening Xu Chang'an's enthusiasm. He then realized Yun Qian had been concerned about her clothing this whole time, while he had deliberately shifted his attention away from her for various reasons.
Now that his enthusiasm fell, he recalled the girl's casual mention of feeling cold had been dismissed so easily.
With another girl, one might question if he didn't love her.
