The rag didn't move, it lay there motionless.

Chang Le looked at the rags expressionlessly.

She felt that she must be crazy, and actually listened to the idiot of the system, and shouted at a rag for a long time.

[People didn't say that things would fly into your hands, if you don't take it, how do you know it's useless!] 】

The aggrieved opening of the divine system.

[Can you finish talking in one breath in the future?] Chang Le raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth viciously.

She held out her hand to the rags, looking nervously and expectantly at her hand.

Let's fight for her!

There was a familiar touch in her hand, and the rag was held firmly in her hand.

She did it!!

Chang Le was stunned for a moment, surprise flashed in her eyes, her bright peach blossom eyes smiled like a crooked little moon, and the corners of her lips curled, very happy.

"Rag Rag ......"

She clutched the cloth tightly in her hand, and kept muttering about the rag in her hand, for fear that it would fall out of her hand.

Chang Le floated all the way to the door, put the handkerchief in the snowdrift and kept tumbling, so that the dry handkerchief was full of melted snow.

The snow was so heavy that the handkerchief was soaked all at once.

The wet handkerchief was heavy, and Chang Le carefully held it with both hands, treating it as a treasure.

Through the wall, Chang Le came to Shen Jinwen's bedside.

She kept reading the rag, afraid that she would suddenly not be able to hold the cloth at the most critical moment.

Chang Le folded it and carefully placed it on Shen Jinwen's small forehead.

The fiery forehead met the cold handkerchief, and Shen Jinwen let out a comfortable "sigh".

Chang Le breathed a sigh of relief, although it was quite difficult, but finally put the cloth on his head.

The cold wind whistling in his ears made Chang Le suddenly think of the broken door that had been blown open by the wind.

So he floated to the door again, gathered his strength, and closed the door tightly.

This night, Chang Le did not have a moment of leisure.

kept helping Shen Jinwen change the wet cloth on his forehead back and forth.

In the second half of the night, Shen Jinwen had slept peacefully, the high fever had subsided, and it was not in vain that he had been busy all night.

The candle had burned to the point of its wick, the light of the flame was getting weaker and weaker, and the cold wind was passing through the worn windows, and it was finally extinguished.

The room was plunged into darkness again.

Chang Le felt blind again, unable to see anything, and floated in mid-air thinking about his task in every possible way.

Little Shen Jinwen had a dream.

It's a beautiful dream.

He dreamed of a woman who was as gentle as his mother, who took care of him for a night, which made his heart warm and satisfied.

Ever since his mother left, he never dared to think that anyone would treat him like this.

He lived a hellish life.

The servants spoke ill of each other, laughing at him for being a lowly concubine who never gave him a good meal.

The eldest mother and father never paid attention to him, and let him fend for himself in this courtyard.

He really hadn't felt such tenderness for a long, long time.

But......

Shen Jinwen frowned.

His mother was not as verbose as the woman in his dreams, and kept talking in his ear.

……

The rooster crows at dawn.

The sun gradually rose, the light drove away the darkness, and the warm light sprinkled the earth.

The snow stopped early, as if it had taken away the biting cold wind.

The yellow light penetrated the window and mischievously climbed into Shen Jinwen's room.

Shen Jinwen stretched out his dirty hand and rubbed his eyes that were still a little sleepy, looking at the warm sunlight outside the window in a daze.

Thinking of last night's sweet dream, the immature face finally showed a long-lost smile.