The man smiled kindly, "I was just thinking, now that it's getting colder, I should take a wife."
What does cold weather have to do with marriage?
Qing Yi's mind turned, and she understood. "Imperial Physician Wei wants to marry a wife to warm his bed? That's a good thing! You aren't young anymore; it's about time. Your parents must have long been waiting anxiously for this."
Imperial Physician Wei chuckled softly. "I've been an unfilial son."
Qing Yi laughed, carefree. "With your promising future and exceptional medical skills, I'm sure plenty of young ladies in Ye City are lining up to marry you. When you finalize the wedding, don't forget to send me an invitation!"
"Of course!"
Imperial Physician Wei nodded at Qing Yi with a smile, tightened the strap of his medicine box, and stepped into the snow-dusted corridor.
Qing Yi carried the basin of warm water inside, only to find Su Luo already lying in Wei Shu's arms.
Wei Shu was half-reclining against the bed, his eyes shut.
