"Are you asleep?" Ding Yiyi shook his arm. The room was heated enough so he didn't feel cold.

"Well." The clouds under the bed responded faintly. He turned his back to Ding Yiyi and faced the floor window. The street lamp outside the window was waving against the branches. The window was covered with a faint layer of white frost.

Ding Yiyi raised her head and looked underground. She always felt that Ye Chunyun was not in high spirits tonight. However, she was worried about Chengbao and did not think much about it.

She turned over and the soft pillow did not arouse her sleepiness. Instead, it made her want...