It was a dark night. In the wing room of the east courtyard of the Zheng residence, a celadon oil lamp flickered with a dim glow, making the window paper flicker.
Zheng Wanqing pulled her cotton-padded jacket closer to her body, and her fingertips touched the cold bronze mirror on the dressing table, and she couldn't help but shiver.
"Wanqing?" Zheng Yuheng's gentle voice suddenly sounded outside the door, accompanied by three gentle knocks on the door, "I see that the light is still on in your room."
Zheng Wanqing walked quickly to the door.
As soon as she opened a gap, a biting cold wind carrying fine snow particles blew in her face, causing her to squint her eyes, and a few tiny ice crystals instantly condensed on her eyelashes.
Zheng Yuheng was wearing a black fox fur cloak, and the silver-grey fox fur around his collar made his face look even more handsome.
The tip of his nose was slightly red from the cold, and he was holding a hand warmer in his hand.
"Brother..." She was about to speak when a gust of cold wind carrying fine snow rushed into her throat, causing her to cover her sleeves and cough twice, with slight moisture in the corners of her eyes.
Zheng Yuheng frowned slightly, raised his hand to gather her loose clothes, "Come in first, the snow has become heavier this night."
"Brother, come in quickly." She quickly stepped aside to let him in and closed the door tightly.
The charcoal basin in the room was burning fiercely. The finest silver charcoal was glowing orange-red, with occasional slight crackling sounds and a few sparks splashing out.
Warmth mixed with a light scent of jasmine filled the room, gradually dispelling the coldness that had just invaded.
Zheng Yuheng took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, then turned around and handed her the hand warmer: "Why aren't you sleeping so late?"
There was still a chill in his brows, and the white mist he exhaled when he spoke slowly dissipated in the warm room.
Zheng Wanqing took the hand warmer, and the warmth from the warmer immediately spread to her palm and then spread to her whole body along her blood vessels.
"Brother, please sit here." She led Zheng Yuheng to sit on the rosewood armchair next to the charcoal basin, and she sat on the embroidered cushion opposite.
"I can't sleep." She whispered, her eyes fixed on the dancing flames in the charcoal brazier.
Zheng Yuheng stretched out his hand to warm the fire and asked directly: "Did you see the fourth sister today?"
"Yeah." Zheng Wanqing nodded and placed the hand warmer on her knees.
Zheng Yuheng used tongs to pick up a piece of silver charcoal and added it to the basin. With a slight "click" sound, it fell into the charcoal basin and sparks flew.
"What did she say?" He put down the tongs and looked at Zheng Wanqing.
Zheng Wanqing looked at the gradually dimming sparks and just sighed softly.
Zheng Yuheng knew what was going on when he saw this.
He stood up and went to the table, picked up the teapot, and the tea made a clear sound when poured into the cup. The steaming hot air condensed into wisps of white mist in the cold air.
"Have a cup of hot tea." He gently pushed the teacup in front of her. A few young buds were floating on the green tea in the cup. "I see you didn't drink much. Don't you like it?" His voice was filled with the concern of an elder brother. "This Mingqian Longjing tea is the best for calming the mind."
Zheng Wanqing shook her head, "Of course I know my brother's taste in tea. The tea you sent is of course the best."
"Hurry up and drink two sips," Zheng Yuheng deliberately frowned, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Don't waste it for me."
He reached out and pushed the teacup towards her again.
"Brother..." Zheng Wanqing held the teacup and looked at her reflection in the tea. "I really don't understand. Why did you jump into it when you knew it was a pit of fire?"
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