The room was scented with burning incense, and the warm, fragrant air permeated the entire space, winding and lingering, keeping the coolness of autumn outside the house.
Chu Yu sat inside the room, holding a steaming teacup; the heat of the tea ascended with its aroma, comfortably enveloping her.
On her left sat Liu Sang, a child whose eyes were pitifully sad, bandaged with a cloth soaked in cold water. Though he could not see, his hand still tightly clutched Chu Yu's sleeve.
To her right was Amman. Although it was autumn, the Kunlun slave still dressed lightly, with bare arms and legs. His posture wasn't exactly proper, but he remained attentively still.
Chu Yu listened quietly as Huan Yuan recounted the events of the past month that she had missed.