Half an hour ago, Shuangxi had ordered a basin of charcoal to be delivered.
It was mid-autumn, not yet cold, but by the time Pei Hengyu entered, the palace hall was already suffused with a cozy warmth. The lighting was dim. The wide, open mouth of the cloisonné brazier glowed with red-hot silver charcoal, casting a faint orange radiance that fell upon Yuwen Junan’s light, sky-blue robe, making him look exceptionally striking.
Pei Hengyu removed his fox-fur coat and hung it on the rack by the door. He walked straight toward the youth and asked, "Why haven't you lit the lamps?"
Chapter 42