Just as Yunchu was preparing to sit up, there was a sound outside again. This time, the voice didn't belong to the person from before.,Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Yun Chuyin, who was already damp from the morning mist, shivered. This early spring night wind carried a chill, and she stood up abruptly and walked toward the thatched hut.,The thatched house was dilapidated, clearly abandoned. Yun Chu dyed strode straight into it, unwilling to endure the biting wind outside any longer.。