When the Artist Has an Innovative Idea
Xie Yufeng's first remark upon seeing Yujia's face that morning was "You look horrible."
Yujia gave a tough smile as she went over to the side of the room to wear some thicker robes today. When she stepped out of her blankets that morning, she noticed just how cold it was. It had already been getting chilly the past few days. With the temperature being so frigid this morning, it was a clear sign that winter was arriving.
The capital, being fairly northern, meant that along with less sweltering summers, bone-chilling winters were bound to arrive. It would be Yujia's first winter in this world. Back in her old life, although heating was expensive, at least it existed. She didn't know how bad things would get in this era.