That winter was a bit too cold.
Quan Wenhan was lying in the palace. There were constant sounds of fighting outside, but the place where he was lying seemed eerily quiet. The last thing he thought before closing his eyes was how great it would be if he and Chen Xiao could be outside the palace and just be two ordinary people.
Note
*Sick and weak attack, sick and weak attack, sick and weak attack
*HE, the tone is sour and gloomy
Intention: After all the hardships, happiness comes