"Xiao Ran!" The man inside the room, having confirmed that the person outside was indeed Aran, hurriedly shoved the carving he had been working on into a nearby chest and slammed the lid shut. His speech became somewhat disjointed. "Why are you here? Why didn't you send word? Come in quickly; it's cold outside. This place is nothing like the Capital—it’s freezing. Don't let yourself get frostbitten."
Aran stepped inside and found a stool to sit on. No sooner had she sat down than Leng San moved the charcoal brazier from his side over to her. "You must be frozen. Warm your hands."
"Thank you, Third Brother!" Aran held her reddened hands over the brazier.
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