Occasionally, Murong Che would float to the bedside, look at her, then move further away, and float to the window, just to prevent the excessive yin energy from harming her.
It was a cold night, and Murong Che saw her figure curled up in the quilt. The cold wind was howling outside, and it was extremely cold in the winter night.
He is a ray of soul, so he is not afraid of severe cold and has no awareness of climate changes.
She was only covered with a quilt, and even though the quilt was thick, he knew she was cold.
His soul drifted out of the room like a wisp of air through the wall. He was not anxious when he saw people passing by in the courtyard.
He is a ghost. If he doesn't show up, ordinary people can't see him.
Sure enough, even if the passing servants scanned the courtyard, their eyes did not stop on Murong Che because there was no ghost in sight.
After the servants left, he drifted into the guest room next door.
With a creak, a quilt seemed to fly out of the sky. Murong Che hugged the quilt. His soul could pass through the wall, but the quilt could not. Therefore, he used his telekinesis to open the door of the guest room where Feng Jingyun was sleeping and carried the quilt in.
room, unfolded the quilt and covered her carefully.
There were two thick quilts, and her sleeping face was slightly stretched out, and she seemed not to be so cold anymore.
On such a cold winter night, the temperature is still not enough.
The transparent soul headed towards the kitchen again and found a charcoal stove. He then went to another utility room to get charcoal and returned to the kitchen, where he found a fire stick and blew it.
The moment the sparks started burning, he almost threw the fire folder away.
Ghosts are afraid of fire.
Afraid of being burned by fire.
All ghosts are afraid of fire, and Murong Che is no exception.
Suddenly I felt that being a ghost has many things to be afraid of, which is really bad.
Then I thought about it, even people are afraid of many things.
He put firewood on the stove and put charcoal on it. Although he was not very skilled, he could still do these tasks. He felt that he had never done these things in his life.
I guess I have seen others do it, and it can make people angry.
There was a fire in the stove and it was very hot. It was inconvenient for him to carry the stove. Moreover, he was still seriously injured. If the injury worsened, he would not care, but he did not want to injure her.
So, he controlled the stove with his mind and flew into the guest room.
There is a charcoal fire in the room, which makes it much warmer.
As a ghost, he seems to prefer cold places, rather than warmer temperatures.
But seeing that she didn't seem cold at all, he felt it was worth it.
He heard that burning a charcoal fire in an airtight room would suffocate people, so he carefully opened the window slightly, and when the charcoal was about to burn out, he added more charcoal to the stove to maintain the temperature in the room.
The next day, it was getting brighter.
Not long after, it was noon again, and the rain had already stopped.
The biting cold wind has not stopped.
Heavy snow fell in the sky.
Snowflakes fell from the sky in large numbers, being blown by the cold wind, either circling or flying... and falling to the ground in large numbers.
The first snow this winter.
The snowy scenery is very beautiful, he thought, Yun must be willing to see the beautiful snowy scenery.
Murong Che floated quietly by the window, turning his head and looking at Feng Jingyun who was still sleeping. He thought about whether to wake her up.
Seeing her peaceful sleeping face, she was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to wake her up.
In the evening, snow has accumulated a thick layer on the ground. The ground, trees, roofs...everywhere is completely white.
He was no longer interested in admiring the snowy scenery and drifted to the bedside. She had been sleeping all day and night and was still awake.
There was a touch of worry between Qingyi's brows, and he raised his hand to cover her forehead.
