Wei Anning finished washing up and came out, only to discover that Leng Youchen was already lying in the bed, causing her heart to inexplicably tense up. Since that night, they hadn't shared a bed again, so now she couldn't help but feel panicked and scared.
She wore a thin nightgown, and the room was filled with a chill that made her tremble. She quickly put on a down jacket, dawdling because she didn't dare to get into bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the washbasin still on the floor, and she immediately picked it up as if she had found something to do and carried it into the washroom.
After pouring out the water and setting the basin aside, she turned back into the room.
Bathed in the soft yellow light, the frosty air around Wei Anning turned her breath into white mist as she stood beside the bed. The cold was pervasive, chilling her freshly warmed feet rapidly.