"Again with 'husband' and 'husband's,' isn't that just being coquettish?"
Ye Yiheng was confused.
Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, "In front of Aunt, you called me 'little wife,' shouldn't I return the favor?"
That was the reason!
Ye Yiheng sighed softly.
Suddenly, a fierce wind carrying snow blew the door open.
The door slammed against the wall with a bang, startling both of them into turning their heads.
Snowflakes fell heavily from the sky, instantly turning everything grey and white.
The fierce wind swirled with snowflakes, making it impossible for those inside the house to open their eyes, let alone walk on the mountain paths.
Ye Yiheng stepped forward to close the door and returned to her side, holding her hand which was packing, "Let's stay a few more days."
At least until her body feels better before we leave.
She is a woman, and in this freezing weather, keeping warm is crucial.
