Yan Qinghuan walked in. Just as Lu Changyan had said, half of the wooden door at the entrance of the meditation room had been weathered. The walls were mottled and gray. There were even a few dog holes dug out by wild dogs. The cold wind from the top of the snow mountain passed through the dog holes through the forest, causing Yan Qinghuan to shiver.
Compared to these meditation rooms, the temple was like heaven!
By the time they went back, Shen Weihuan and Wu Hen had already set fire. The fire tongue licked the dried branches and released crackling sounds. Shen Weihuan turned his head to look at her, his eyes flickering with orange flames.
Even though his smile was still as gentle and gentle as before, no matter how Yan Qinghuan looked at it, he felt that this smile had the meaning of
