Outside the window, darkness had fallen.
The plum blossoms swayed in the night wind, occasionally accompanied by the shrill cries of cats, reminiscent of a baby crying at night.
Two dark shadows stood motionless inside the room.
Only eyes emitting a faint light, blinking.
"S—s—" The cold snow slapped against the carved window, adding a hint of eeriness.
"Master..."
Hearing Qing Jun's soft voice,
Chen Ye slightly hesitated and stood up to light the oil lamp.
The room suddenly lit up.
A black and a white fluffy bundle, anxiously clinging to each other, holding a small quilt.
At this moment, they were looking up at him with small faces.
Chen Ye chuckled speechlessly.
When he first opened his eyes and saw two dark shadows in the room, he was a bit startled.
But after turning on the light, he saw the two disciples timidly looking at him, nothing remotely scary.
Carefully looking,
