Outside, the world was a frozen winter wonderland, but inside, there was a warm and intimate atmosphere.
The snow on the roof seemed as if it was about to melt from the heat.
Water droplets fell into the stone troughs, creating a muffled sound.
The voices of the palace maids searching for the Tenth Prince had faded away at some undetermined time.
The brazier in the room had been refueled by Jie Chen and had already burnt out twice.
Xiang Ying gathered the front of her clothing, slightly tilting her head, her damp hair sticking to her fair cheeks.
She saw a scar on Jie Chen's abdomen when he was about to dress, and immediately held his hand.
"Where did you get this wound from?"
With Xiang Ying's experience, the reddish flesh around the wound was not fully healed, clearly a recent injury.
Jie Chen paused for a moment: "I was accidentally cut by a knife."
Xiang Ying was even more surprised: "By a knife?"
