Jun Shiling followed Xia Wanyuan into the main hall. Passing by the small courtyard, Jun Shiling looked around. Although the current Xia Wanyuan no longer knew him, her various living habits were still the same as before.
Although the small courtyard was very simple, beautiful chrysanthemums bloomed everywhere. In the late autumn night, the autumn rain hit the chrysanthemum petals and spread the fragrance.
Just like Xia Wanyuan in front of him, there was a faint fragrance in her coldness.
The light was as bright as day, illuminating the room's warmth on this cold night.
Glancing at Jun Shiling's tattered clothes, Xia Wanyuan walked into the house and brought over a blanket. "Cover yourself with this first. The weather is quite cold. I'll get you a bowl of hot soup."
With that, Xia Wanyuan entered the kitchen.
