Huanhuan learned that Sang Ye was back and immediately ran to look for him.
She knocked on the door.
Before long, the door opened.
Sang Ye looked down at the little female in front of him. "Why are you up so early?"
"It's boring to sleep under the blanket alone." Huanhuan saw the remaining snow on his clothes and couldn't help but ask, "Did you go down the mountain just now?"
Sang Ye replied, "Yes."
"It's still snowing outside. It's very cold. Remember to wear more clothes when you go down the mountain. Don't catch a cold."
Faced with her concern, Sang Ye couldn't help but touch her face. "I understand."
His fingers were especially cold, and Huanhuan shrank away from the cold.
Sang Ye immediately retracted his hand. "Sorry."
Huanhuan quickly took his hand and realized that it was really very cold, almost like ice. She asked with concern, "Are you sick from the cold?"