She Would Repay The Debt Of Gratitude

Now that she could feel the warmth, her fingers were no longer numb. She touched the blanket and could sense that it was also dry. The inside of the blanket was quilted with fluffy cotton, unlike the rugged blanket she had in her old bed which constantly felt damp as if water could be wrung out of it.

The blanket also carried a scent of laundry detergent, which was not extraordinarily fragrant and had nothing special to it. Basically, it just felt clean and cozy.

The thing was as she looked down and saw the clothes that she was wearing, she feared that its filthiness would dirty the bed. Hence, she decided to fold the beddings and laid down on the heated earthen bed with no blankets over her.

She thought it was finally time for her to have a good sleep.

When Changsheng's mother entered the room, she found out that this was how Yan Huan usually slept.

"Oh dear…" she sighed, "This poor child."