The room was warmed by silver charcoal, akin to the arrival of spring, warding off the invasive cold winds. Fengyu sat on the Luohan bed, covered with a thin quilt while reading a book. Her long hair was simply tied up with a pomegranate hairpin, her beauty radiant and graceful. Her skin was fairer than snow, resembling a painting of a noble lady during the winter. Xie Xun removed his cloak and hung it up, brushing off the snow from his shoulders. He then took off his outer robe, hung it as well, poured himself a cup of warm tea, and deliberately slammed the teacup heavily onto the table, hoping to catch Fengyu's attention.