No temperature

  Although it's already spring and although she's in the south, the weather has been getting colder over the past few days. Her coat was left in An Xin's car, so now she's only wearing a skirt and is shivering with cold on this chilly spring night.

  It's so cold, it's clearly a spring night, but she can't find any warmth at all, only feeling the cold wind blowing from all directions, as if to freeze her into an ice block.

  She couldn't help but recall the March five years ago, when Toronto was still covered in snow. It was also at night, and she shivered as she walked through the snowy streets, unable to find any comfort.

  After much difficulty, she finally arrived at the roadside, where the streetlights were dim. She stood behind a tree, trying to avoid the wind, but the tree was too small and couldn't help her withstand any of the cold wind.

  She clasped her hands together and put them to her mouth, blowing on them for warmth. The ring on the fourth finger of her left hand throbbed with pain, especially in the cold wind, hurting so much that tears rolled down her eyes continuously.

  Finally, a taxi came, and she immediately opened the door and got in. The driver couldn't help but say when he saw her shivering: "In such weather you're actually wearing a skirt, this is typical of wanting style but not warmth."

  She smiled bitterly at these words, and as she smiled, tears fell uncontrollably. Did she want dignity?

  No, she didn't have even a bit of elegance tonight!

  However, she actually lost her temperature. It's not that she didn't want to, but nobody gave it to her!

  Anlan returned to the Quin Garden very late, and when she walked into the Quin Garden, the Yun Garden was quiet and dark, while the Li Garden in the distance was faintly lit, guessing that someone had not fallen asleep yet.

  She thought her father should have gone to the Liu Garden, after all, neither An Xin nor An Yu were selected, especially An Xin, who was expected by Aunt Ru, and must be very sad and heartbroken at this time. It's only natural for Father to go comfort them.

  However, when she walked back to the Qingyuan which was also lit up, she suddenly found that her father was actually here, and he was sitting on the sofa in the living room with her mother, drinking tea and waiting for her.

  In her memory, her father rarely came to Qingyuan. Before she was 15 years old, her father didn't come often either, seemingly about once a week.

  And she was sent to Toronto to study at the age of 15, after she left her father came to see her once a week or not she didn't know, because her mother never mentioned this thing on the phone.

  But here, she has been back for more than a month, and her father is still visiting Qingyuan for the second time.

  The first time was the night she came back from Toronto, and the second time is actually tonight.

  She changed her shoes at the door and walked in, her face pale from the cold, her body shivering constantly, giving Qin Xuan a fright.

  "An Lan, what's wrong?" Qin Xuan immediately ran up and hugged her daughter, only to feel that she was shaking violently all over.

  "Mom, I...I'm cold......so cold......"

  An Lan's body was trembling, her voice was trembling, and her upper and lower teeth were colliding with each other due to the tremors.

  "How little you're wearing!" Qin Xuan suddenly realized that her daughter was only wearing a skirt, and immediately went to the sofa to grab a blanket she usually used to cover her legs with, quickly wrapping it around her.