in a small study room in the capital of yunjin.
song fengwan woke up in a daze and called out " third brother ". she propped herself up and tried to get up, but her legs were numb, probably because she was sleeping. she was unable to get up.
"when did you come back?" she was just about to bend down and massage her legs when fu chen had already walked in front of her. he bent down and bent his knees to massage her calves.
"is this place numb?"
she nodded and only got up after a long time. looking at the strong wind outside, she raised her hand and opened the window a crack. " it's windy. i think it's going to rain again. "
"it's normal to rain in summer."
the summer wind blew in through the small crack by the window. song fengwan was probably not good at calligraphy. she did not use a ruler to press down when she wrote. the rice paper on the table flew out instantly and fell to the ground.
she hurriedly closed the window.
"i'll pick it up."
