After taking a bath, Lin Haihai stood before the window dressed in light, plain clothes. There were things she found terrifying in this era, especially on a quiet night and when she was cursed with ceaseless agitation. It felt as if she had no connection to anything in the world, that she was merely an outsider visiting.

The door creaked open, and the chilling wind sweeping in sent a shudder down her spine. She turned to look at her visitor. The emptiness and sense of loss in her heart evaporated immediately. She could only find herself in him.

“Why haven’t you put on more clothes?” Yang Shaolun reprimanded and came up to hold her tight. “It’s chilly late at night. You’ll catch a cold!”

“Are you done with court affairs?” His warmth felt like home to her.

“One can never be done with court affairs, but I put them aside since I didn’t want my wife to wait too long for me!” Yang Shaolun held her cold hand in his, his eyes shining with care.

“Where’s this wife you’re talking about? You’re shameless!” Lin Haihai broke into a smile, her heart swelling. She never knew a single word would...