Wen Nian held Wen Qichen and went downstairs with Song Lili back to their room.
The temperature inside the house was worlds apart from outside.
Song Lili sat somewhat woodenly by the bed and carefully checked Wen Qichen's condition; the little one was also quite chilled.
Wen Nian took the blanket and wrapped it around the little troublemaker, gently rubbing her small hands and feet.
The little troublemaker's face was red, her eyes half-closed in a daze, appearing very uncomfortable.
"Young Master, Madam, the ginger soup is ready."
Wei Yuandong hurried in. Song Lili wanted to take the ginger soup, to feed just a bit of the warm liquid to the little troublemaker to help her warm up quickly.
But her own hands and feet were frozen stiff, trembling incessantly.
Wen Nian took the ginger soup,
"I'll do it."
He carefully fed Wen Qichen the soup.
Song Lili, supporting herself with her hands on the bed's edge, looked towards Wei Yuandong and asked,
