Winter, Saturday, 7:30 PM.
Jiang Ning's bedroom had been set up with an array, meaning there was no need to turn on the air conditioner; the room was as comfortable as an April spring, seeming like a completely different world from the cold outside.
On the small wooden table in front of the sofa sat a tray holding several small plates: a celadon plate filled with fruit cut-outs, watermelon, and grapes, and a stainless steel plate with some spicy strips, beef jerky, and braised bean curd skin.
Chapter 751