Making the Zither

He finally understood that as long as Young Master touched anything related to Yu Youyao, he would be careful and cautious. He hoped that the zither could be made as soon as possible so that Young Master could be more at ease.

"It's raining outside, and the weather is very cold. Young Master, you have to wear more layers." Chang An helped Young Master put on a thick jacket and a cloak with white fox fur and deer fur.

It was already March. April was in sight.

However, Zhou Linghuai was wrapped up tightly, as if it was winter.

Even so, Zhou Linghuai still felt that the cold air was seeping into his legs. No matter how many clothes he wore, he still felt cold and gloomy.

Chang An touched his young master's hand, which was still cold. "I'll prepare a hand warmer for you and start the fire in the house."

Zhou Linghuai nodded slightly and turned his wheelchair to leave.