The First Winter (XII)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Wei Ci couldn't remember how long it had been since he slept so serenely, even the devils in his dreams disappeared without a trace.
A night of good rest.
When he woke up, it was already late morning, but the quilt still retained its warmth... as if the person next to him had just gotten up.
He briefly knitted his brows. Had she just woken up?
Others deemed her to be undisciplined, and not knowing her limits, truthfully, she had the most self-control.
Because regardless of how early she slept the night before, she would wake up to practice her martial arts the next morning and she never had the practice of lazing in her bed.
Wei Ci stretched out his hand to touch, and the realisation hit him that the source of warmth came from two hot water sacks wrapped in thick cloth.
So where did the real Jiang Pengji go?