A month later, the temperature kept dropping. Everywhere across the country, regardless of its original climate, was strangely hit by blizzards.
The north could still cope with the help of central heating, but the southern regions, which had never experienced weather like this, were soon full of complaints.
Air conditioners ran around the clock. Even so, the chill outside seeped indoors through the cracks, thread by thread.
Downstairs in the residential complex, shovels scraped against the ground without pause, occasionally joined by the rumble of wheeled carts rolling through the snow.
Inside, the doors and windows were tightly shut, letting in no light. There was only the little rabbit's sleeping snores and the faintest sound of breathing.
Jiang Wanrou stood outside the door and quietly opened it a crack to look inside.
The two on the bed, one big and one small, were sleeping deeply, showing no sign of waking, almost as though they had fallen into a sleep they would never wake from.
At last, he was willing to sleep properly.
Jiang Wanrou was just about to close the door when her expression changed. She flung the bedroom door open and rushed inside in a few quick strides.
Only when she felt a faint current of air against her knuckles and the normal warmth of the skin beneath her palm did Jiang Wanrou exhale in relief, sinking weakly onto the edge of the bed.
Qin Chengzhi, who had hurried over at the noise, stopped halfway through the doorway. Seeing nothing wrong inside, he let out a breath at almost the same moment.
She tucked the covers around the person on the bed, who had finally managed to fall asleep.
Jiang Wanrou turned and exchanged a look with Qin Chengzhi.
Ji Shenhuai came in quietly from outside. One glance at