Seeing Xie Qinyun come, she struggled to get up.
"Third Miss, why have you come."
Xie Qinyun looked at the desolate room, shrouded in gloom after twilight, and was astonished to find not even a single oil lamp lit.
In the cold northern spring, homes like theirs typically had underfloor heating, yet the mistress of the Jie Family didn't have such a luxury, not even a brazier to speak of.
Whether it was due to the sheer coldness of the room was uncertain, but Xie Qinyun shivered violently.
Miss Du saw this and sighed softly, "I have neither underfloor heating nor a stove here, please forgive me, Third Miss." Then, without looking at the surprised expression still on Xie Qinyun's face, she turned to Cuiya and said, "Cuiya, light the lamp."
Cuiya responded with a 'yes' and went to light the lamp by the table.
A tiny oil lamp, Cuiya carefully lit it and just as carefully adjusted the wick into the oil to make the flame smaller, to save oil.