Shen Weixi also imitated Yun Ran's actions, carefully studying the wall up and down for a while.
The wall was made of glazed tiles with a frosted texture, clearly reflecting the room's scenes, and when pressed against it, what one saw was their own reflection.
"There's nothing unusual, just an ordinary wall. Yue'er, are you cold because you're wearing too little?"
Yun Ran's beautiful, fair fingers tapped the wall in front, feeling puzzled; it truly was just an ordinary wall, but the feeling was clear and intense.
Why was that?
"It's so strange…"
A robe with a faint sandalwood fragrance was draped over her shoulders, Yun Ran looked up, meeting Yan Zichu's gentle and jade-like gaze.
"Ayue, you have always been frail, don't catch a cold."
"Cousin, I'm not cold."
