After Ning Zhuangyan finished speaking, she leaned towards Chu Qitong and forcefully squeezed herself into Chu Qitong's embrace.

Regarding the phrase "so cold" uttered by Guan Ningzhuang, Chu Qitong did not believe it at all. If this person truly feared the cold, she would not have walked in the heavy snow wearing only a light silk dress.

Although she didn't believe it in her heart, in the moment when Ning Zhuangyan climbed into her embrace, Chu Qitong instinctively reached out and embraced Ning Zhuangyan.

Chu Qitong's actions made Ning Zhuangyan laugh softly again. Perhaps Chu Qitong's actions gave her courage, as she became more audacious. She straightforwardly rested her head on Chu Qitong's arm and said, "Since my shoulder is injured now, I can only trouble you to hold me. Don't worry, once my shoulder gets better, I'll hold you in return."

Probably truly exhausted, after Ning Zhuangyan finished speaking, she found a comfortable position in Chu Qitong's embrace and soon fell silent.

Listening to the faint breathing sound in her ears, and the lingering fragrance of orchids at the tip of her nose, Chu Qitong's eyes deepened slightly. She got up a little and tucked the blanket for Ning Zhuangyan, then went to sleep with the person in her arms.

Ning Zhuangyan had that dream again: in the dream, there were raging flames reaching up to the sky, accompanied by the agonizing screams of a woman that almost pierced one's eardrums, as well as the hoarse and desperate roars of men. The cold gleam of drawn swords and blades nearly illuminated the pitch-black night where one couldn't even see their own hands.

In a panic, Ning Zhuangyan reached out and grabbed something. Whose hand was it? Delicate, warm, yet seemingly carrying an indescribable power. Unable to resist, Ning Zhuangyan tightened her grip on that hand. In a daze, she heard a person whisper in her ear with a voice that was tender to the bone, "Yan Yan, don't be afraid."

That voice seemed to possess some kind of magical power, miraculously soothing the panic and restlessness deep within Ning Zhuangyan's heart. After a decade, Ning Zhuangyan once again experienced the feeling of sleeping peacefully until dawn.

As a streak of pale light rose on the horizon, Chu Qitong woke up. Ning Zhuangyin was sitting up, supporting his head with his hand, and he was staring intently at her. Caught off guard, Chu Qitong met Ning Zhuangyin's eyes.

Although Chu Qitong had long known that Ning Zhuangyan's blood red eyes were extremely beautiful, seeing them again in the faint morning light still amazed her. The woman before her seemed to know how to strike a pose that was most enticing, captivating Chu Qitong's gaze with every move she made.

Chu Qitong couldn't remember how long it had been since she last became interested in something. It must be said, Ning Zhuangyan completely aroused Chu Qitong's interest, as well as the conqueror's desire that had been hidden deep in Chu Qitong's heart.

The girl named Ning Zhuangyan and her appearance are both ordinary and stunning. She is like a blazing fire, unquestionably bursting into Chu Qitong's life, and then swiftly igniting Chu Qitong's long-deserted heart.

"Painting, good morning." As Chu Qitong opened her eyes, Ning Zhuangyan's naturally captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed to slits. She put down her hand that was supporting her head, rolled onto her side, and leaned beside Chu Qitong. She whispered into Chu Qitong's ear with a breath as fragrant as orchids.

Chu Qitong nodded lightly, just about to reply to Ning Zhuangyan with a "good morning," but when she looked up, she saw that blood had seeped out from Ning Zhuangyan's wound again, she furrowed her brows. She didn't pay any further attention to Ning Zhuangyan, but instead got up to search for the medicine box.