It wasn't until the dead of night that Chu Shenyu finally came home, enveloped in a bitter chill.
A layer of white frost clung to his long eyelashes, and the tip of his nose was red, which only accentuated his pale complexion and stern expression.
"Why are you so late? I've already woken up twice," Zhu Yun said. She was home all day, and while the apartment building had heating, the pipe insulation wasn't as good as in later years. The heat was merely lukewarm by the time it reached their unit.
It was about twenty degrees Celsius in the room, but with the fierce wind raging outside the window, a bone-deep chill still managed to seep in.
