บท 600: Flaunt One’s Tragedy and Act Pitiful (I)

"This is so unfair."

The first snow had descended, but its fall was already getting heavier. Feng Zhen was so cold that he was shivering. He continually rubbed his hands to warm himself.

Because he'd consumed a lot of Hanshi powder in his early years, his fingernails were unhealthy and had a pale green coloration. His fingernails were horrifyingly cold.

Jiang Pengji rode on Little White. She heard his complaint and turned around to ask, "What's unfair?"

He turned his eyes toward her briefly. He grabbed tightly onto the rope while trying to prevent the snow from falling into his collar.

"Why is Zixiao sitting warmly in the horse carriage while I have to ride the horse? Is this done in the so-called glorified name of disciplining the body?"

We're both sickly, please don't treat us differently!

He recollected all the "unfair" treatment he'd received since they'd left the city. Feng Zhen was filled with grievances.