Yun Qi patiently helped Sang Luo dry her hair, changed her into clean, comfortable inner clothes, and placed a few pieces of bamboo charcoal into the brazier for warmth.
The damp, chilly air in the room gradually grew warm and dry. Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, Yun Qi crouched by the stove, simmering a medicinal soup. On the bed, the delicate woman slowly began to stir.
He immediately put down the small fan in his hand, poured a cup of warm water, and walked to the bedside. He gathered her into his arms and offered her the water to drink.
The sweet, warm water slid down her throat, and Sang Luo felt much more comfortable. A hint of color returned to her dry, pale lips. She nestled in the young man's warm embrace, studying the small, somewhat crude wooden cabin before her. Despite its simplicity, it was swept and tidied to be very clean and neat.
"…Where is this?"
"The place I used to live."
