Seeing Jiang Yan and Ye Qing return to the entrance, Song Qian gritted his teeth against the cold and came out to take the stainless steel basin full of snow from Ye Qing.
Qin Lang also came over to help, "Sister Yan, has the wind and snow outside intensified?"
"Yes, it might get even worse soon." Jiang Yan reached up to adjust her hair, unconsciously glancing at Mo Shiyao in the corner.
There was a hint of color on her face, perhaps from the firelight or the warmth of her body.
"Sister Yan, Ye Qing, look what I just found?!" Qin Lang placed the cloth bag at a spot away from the fire, and began to show off to them eagerly.
"Sister Yan, do you think I am particularly lucky?"
Jiang Yan pretended to be surprised for a second, then smiled and said, "Yes, terrific! I want some of that luck too!"
Ye Qing laughed along, his gaze unintentionally shifting to Jiang Yan.
Soon after entering the house, their bodies gradually warmed up.
