The autumn wind suddenly rose, and yellow leaves fell from the trees, swirling to the ground like dying butterflies, exquisitely mournful.
Jian Xi tightened her clothes around her.
Nan Mufeng immediately took off his coat and draped it over Jian Xi: "The temperature is dropping, there will be a thunderstorm tonight."
"Did you check the weather forecast?" Jian Xi asked.
"Yes, the climate in Ice Country is not very good."
Jian Xi looked at Nan Mufeng in confusion, feeling his warmth still in his coat, suddenly realizing she didn't know Nan Mufeng well enough.
"That sister of yours, is she naturally weak?" Nan Mufeng asked.
"Cassie?"
"Yes."
"I don't think so! She's just used to being sickly." Jian Xi sniffed disapprovingly.
Nan Mufeng shook his head: "No, she really is sick." After a pause, he added, "Maybe it's not an illness, but there's something wrong."
"Husband, what you're saying is confusing me. Has Cassie been coming to see you often lately?"
