When we first got married, my husband was very obsessed with home. When the two of us were nestled in a warm home, we could feel the light and warm feelings even without talking.
Later... her husband's business grew bigger and bigger, and he often had social events. She was the only one left at home, and it became even quieter.
Until her so-called sister showed up.
"Oh, Princess, Xiao Ruan can do it by himself. You sit aside and rest." Xiao Ruan quickly came over and took away the heater from her hand.
Jiang Yuan woke up from her deep thoughts and turned around to get a thick quilt to make the bed.
"I have my own hands and feet. If we work together, it will be faster." There is no doubt in the words.
Xiao Ruan nodded stupidly and turned to work.
After a while, the originally empty and cold palace finally regained some warmth.
Jiang Yuan looked around for a week, then the warm yellow lights were lit, the heater was smoking white smoke, and his hands and feet finally felt warm.
Xiao Ruan was breathing heavily while using her thin arms to lift a large wooden bucket.
"Xiao Ruan, you..."
Xiao Ruan's face was behind the barrel, but joy could be heard in his voice, "Princess, they are very easy to talk to today. I asked them to boil water for you to bathe, and they gave me this without hesitation."
The large wooden barrel almost covered Xiao Ruan's body, and only her two thin arms holding the barrel were exposed.
At this moment, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt something in her heart, and she quietly fell.
"I'll help you."
Jiang Yuan stepped forward, picked up the other side, and worked together to move the barrel to the center of the palace.
When everything was ready, Jiang Yuan rushed Xiao Ruan outside the screen. Although the shabby screen could not cover anything, she felt more comfortable like this.
The warm water soaks the skin, making the scalp feel so comfortable that it feels numb, and the pain all over the body gradually disappears.
Jiang Yuan leaned her head against the wall of the bucket, quietly thinking about the past two days.
It had only been two days, but what happened was something she had never thought of before.
She is a materialist and has never believed in gods or ghosts. Of course, the time travel mentioned in these novels is even more nonsense.