Although the weather is very hot now, it is quite cool in the mountains, especially in the morning when there is some chill.
Yin Shuangshuang woke up very early and felt a bit cold at this moment, so she put on a cloak.
Accompanying her was Wei Yingnan, who was dressed lightly, making Yin Shuangshuang feel somewhat envious.
When one is healthy, one does not feel it, but after becoming unhealthy, one realizes that those small matters that could be done when healthy become entirely impossible when weak.
After lightly coughing twice, Yin Shuangshuang poured the brewed tea into a cup and looked up at the middle-aged man who, under Yan Yi's guidance, walked before her with an extraordinary demeanor.
The man's temples were already frosted white, and his brow was deeply furrowed, indicating he often frowned; his face was cold and solemn, giving a feeling of being unapproachable, yet he was tall and walked with a dragon's gait and tiger's stride.
