Gu Jiao noticed that a brazier had been lit in her room; it must have been kindled early as the room was very warm.
She had been staying at the Medical Hall these past few days, and it wouldn't be any different tonight.
Had he lit the brazier just because she was going to have a few words with him in this room?
Was he worried she might be cold?
Although Gu Jiao's body wasn't susceptible to the cold now, she still couldn't help but smile.
Xiao Hen finished adjusting the wick and turned around, only to be caught off guard by her gazing at him dreamily with her hands propping up her cheeks.
Xiao Hen: "..."
With an utterly composed expression, Xiao Hen sat down opposite Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao looked at him openly, "What did you want to talk about with me?"
Xiao Hen, ignoring her intense gaze, said earnestly, "The matter regarding Mo Qianxue."
Gu Jiao sounded a sound of realization, "How do you know Mo Qianxue?" She didn't remember ever introducing Mo Qianxue to him.