Ji Huan was in the east wing organizing things when Guan Shan silently carried in the wooden bed frame, holding it vertically under his arm.
"Didn't we say we'd carry it together? Why are you…"
Ji Huan hurried over to help, afraid he might aggravate his injury.
Once she confirmed he was fine, she was once again amazed by Guan Shan's physique.
Since this room didn't have a heated brick bed, Ji Huan brought over the two thickest quilts. Combined with a man's naturally higher body heat, it should be fine for the winter.
The clothing chest and five-drawer dresser from her uncle were still in this room, so she left them for Guan Shan to use.
During this time, Guan Shan went back to the earthen hut to retrieve his belongings.
There wasn't much to get, really—just two thin sets of clothes to change into, plus some paper, a brush, and some books.
But before he left, he asked Ji Huan for a spare lock, and when he came back, he had locked the door to the hut.
