He wanted to crush two ants, but he would never crush a third.
He wanted to break three legs of an ant, but he would never break a fourth.
A night of wind and rain.
The next day, early morning.
Xue Ning happily lingered in bed.
Li Yuan did not leave in a hurry either, instead, he lay under the same quilt, listening to the whistling, killing autumn wind beyond the oiled paper window in the warm bedding.
As soon as September passed on the Cloud Mountain Path, heavy snow would fall immediately, and the temperature was dropping rapidly now.
Xue Ning was afraid of the cold, at this time she was already working in front of the stove, and a hand-warmer was an inseparable item for her.
But now, holding her warm husband was much more comfortable than the stove and hand-warmer.
Suddenly, Xue Ning pushed Li Yuan and said, "Go attend to your affairs."
Her eyes were full of reluctance, but she didn't want to burden her own man.
But, she couldn't push him away.
