Linche pulled a chair and sat down in front of her. "You have been more and more afraid of the cold since you were born, especially these days of every month, your hands and feet are cold."

"I'm ok. I'm used to it."

"how could it be ok? But it doesn't matter. Now we're back in the capital. I'll ask the doctor to help you with your health later. It should be OK. "

Butong bent down the corner of his lips, and his mind became trance again.

Yes, it's Midsummer, but she seems to be in the ice and snow. She needs a hot water bag to keep warm....