The climate in Khitan is dry, with large temperature differences between day and night.
Just as the air began to cool, Yelu Yan gently draped a cloak over Li Xianyun's shoulders and bent down to tie the straps for her.
The two were very close, their breaths mingling, it was unclear whose heartbeat was thrown into disarray.
Li Xianyun smiled and said, "Thank you."
Yelu Yan looked down at her delicate face, corners of his mouth rising, and said, "You and I are husband and wife, why the need for courtesy?"
Li Xianyun pursed her lips in a smile, the words were not wrong, a couple in name was still a couple.
The next morning, Li Xianyun, having matters to attend to, rose exceptionally early.
As soon as she stepped out of the main building, she saw Yelu Yan practicing his swordsmanship on the open ground in front of the door.
Yelu Yan was very disciplined and restrained, making it a daily routine to practice swordsmanship for an hour every early morning.