The Beiman always use fire pits during winter—it's too bitterly cold here. Without a heated bed, a person could freeze to death overnight. The doctor's house had only one empty room with one heated brick bed.
After sending out a courier, Lan Ningzhen began fumbling with the fire pit for Xie Jue's comfort as he recovered from his injuries. She wasn't accustomed to such tasks, and after working at it for half a day without success, her face was smudged with soot. Yet it couldn't conceal the brilliance of her eyes.
Xie Jue couldn't stand it anymore. "Let me do it!"
"You?" Lan Ningzhen arched a brow in surprise, blurting out, "How come I didn't know you could do this?"
"What makes you so sure I can't?" Xie Jue really didn't know how, but he figured he could hardly be worse than her. Even if he hadn't slaughtered pigs before, he'd at least seen them run, hadn't he?
