Song Jingchen's heart skipped a beat at her straightforward words. The depression brought about by Fan Mingyuan instantly dissipated, and he gestured at Shen Yijia to come closer.
Shen Yijia meekly squatted down and looked up at him.
Song Jingchen was amused by her appearance. He reached out and rubbed her head, sighing softly. "Fortunately, I still have you…"
Shen Yijia didn't hear Song Jingchen's words clearly. Seeing his smile, she knew that he was no longer angry. She grinned.
The snow fell intermittently for another half a month.
It wasn't just Qingping Town, the streets of Anyang County were all filled with people shivering in the cold. Furthermore, there were many refugees who were barred from entering the city.
Places like dilapidated temples which could block the wind and snow were filled with people.
Almost every five steps, there would be a corpse. They were all commoners who had frozen to death on the road.
