"Don't worry, Dad knows."
Su Hu chuckled twice, pulled up his collar, and braved the bone-chilling winter wind as he left the kitchen and headed straight for the door.
Thank you, Dad. You're the best.
Lin Qingluo watched Su Hu leave, her eyes filled with gratitude. After a moment of silence, she found a charcoal brazier in the kitchen, lit some charcoal, and carried it back to her room.
"Sister, let me carry it for you."
Lin Yixuan's eyes were swollen from crying. Seeing his sister enter, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, got up, and took the charcoal brazier from her, placing it next to the small table.
The charcoal crackled as it burned, gradually warming the room.
"The rice porridge is ready, and the steamed buns are being cooked. We can eat soon."
Lin Qingluo gently wiped his tears with a handkerchief, then took some ointment from her Storage Ring and applied it to his eyelids.
The cool sensation quickly reduced the swelling.