Love Letter

There weren't many residences along Shenzheng Road in the capital, and there were even fewer people occupying them. The priority task was to deliver Fan Xian's messages and receive the details from Wang Qinian in the north. Si Lili's brother and the others were living in these houses, and they kept a study room for Fan Xian when he desired to do business here. It was because of this that they did not warm and light a fire very often.

They knew that the commissioner was on his way there that day, which is why now they started a fire to warm it up. Still, it had been cold for a long time, and the fire was unable to get rid of the chill. Fan Xian sat on a wheelchair as he came into that pocket of cold, blowing his hands. He had a wry smile and said, "Are you people too cheap to maintain a fire? Is the council that poor?"