"If nothing happens to my sister, I will be your pawn for the rest of my life."
Fu Chen lowered his eyebrows. The charcoal fire in the room was burning brightly, and the sound of sparks popping out made it seem that the night was extremely quiet.
"You're tired. The sparks from this chrysanthemum charcoal are flammable. I'll ask someone to replace it with silver charcoal later." He brushed off the snowflakes on Jiang Yanle's shawl.
It's really cold at night, Jiang Ranle thought.
Concept: Revenge story of the heroine