Occasionally, Murong Che would float to the side of the bed, glance at her, and then drift away and float to the window, just to prevent the excessive Yin Qi from hurting her.

The night was cold, Murong Che saw her figure curled up in the quilt, the cold wind was howling outside, and the winter night was extremely cold.

He is a wisp of soul, he is not afraid of the cold, and he is not aware of the changing climate.

She only covered one quilt, and despite the thick quilt, he knew she was cold.

His soul floated like a wisp of air through the wall and out of the room, and he was not in a hurry when he saw people passing by in the courtyard.

He is a ghost, and if he doesn't show up, ordinary people won't be able to see him.

Sure enough, even if the eyes of the people passing by swept over the courtyard, their eyes did not stop on Murong Che. Because you can't see ghosts.

After the servant left, he floated into the guest room next door.

With a squeak, a quilt flew out of the air, Murong Che hugged the quilt, his soul body could pass through the wall, but the quilt couldn't. Yes, he opened the door of the guest room where Feng Jingyun slept with his mental power, hugged the futon into the room, unfolded the quilt, and carefully covered her.

With two thick futons, her sleeping face stretched slightly, and it didn't seem so cold.

On such a cold winter night, the temperature is still not enough.

The transparent soul went to the kitchen again, found a charcoal stove, and went to another utility room to get charcoal back to the kitchen, and found a fire to blow it on.

The moment the spark burned, he almost threw the fire fold out.

Demons are afraid of fire.

Afraid of being scorched by fire.

All ghosts are afraid of fire, and Murong Che is no exception.

Suddenly, I felt that there were a lot of things to be afraid of, which was really bad.

When I think about it, even if it is a human being, there will be no shortage of things to fear.

He put firewood on the stove and put charcoal on it, and although he was not very skilled, he was able to do these tasks. He felt that he should not have done any of these things in his lifetime.

I guess I've seen someone else do it, he can raise the fire.

There was a fire in the stove, and it was so hot that it was inconvenient for him to serve it. Moreover, he was seriously injured now, and if the injury worsened, he didn't care, but he didn't want to bother her.

So, with telekinesis, the stove flew into the guest room in a volley.

There is an extra charcoal fire in the room, and it is much warmer.

As a ghost, he seems to prefer cold places to hot temperatures.

But seeing that she didn't seem to be cold at all, he felt that it was worth it again.

He heard that the airtight charcoal fire in the room would suffocate people, so he carefully opened the window a little, and added charcoal to the stove when the charcoal was about to burn out, so as to maintain the temperature in the room.

The next day, it was getting dark.

It didn't take long for it to be noon again, and the rain had already stopped.

The biting cold wind did not stop.

It was snowing heavily.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, blown by the cold wind, swirling or flying...... Sprinkling to the ground.

The first snow of the winter.

The snowy scenery was beautiful, and he thought, Yun She would like to see the beautiful snow scene.

Murong Che floated quietly by the window, looking sideways, looking at Feng Jingyun still sleeping. Thinking about whether to wake her up.

Seeing her quiet sleeping face, so beautiful, I couldn't bear to wake her up.

By the evening, the snow had accumulated a thick layer on the ground, on the trees, on the roofs of houses...... Everywhere there was a white expanse.

He had no intention of admiring the snow, and floated to the bedside, where she had slept for a day and a night, and was not awake.

There was a hint of worry between her brows, and she raised her hand and covered her forehead.