Transmigrator meets Reincarnator

401-450

He Sanlang brought Chu Lian into the warm pen of one of the snowboats. Although Xiao Hongyu was usually more careless with his actions, he was considerate when it came to certain things. He let He Sanlang have the warm pen all to himself and went over to squeeze into Li Xing's after leaving some orders for his men.

He Changdi carefully set down the woman in his arms on a fleece blanket.

It was much warmer inside the pen compared to the cold night outside. He personally took off Chu Lian's bloodstained fox fur cloak and threw it off to one side. Next, he grabbed a damp cloth from somewhere and wiped away the dirt on Chu Lian's face.

His dark eyes were locked onto the unconscious Chu Lian, and his normally cool expression had softened into a gentle gaze.

By the time he was done cleaning her face, the doctors in their team had rushed over.

He Changdi called them in with his low, magnetic voice. The doctor entered the warm pen with a wooden box full of medicines.

By then, He Changdi had already covered up the whole of Chu Lian's body with a blanket, with only her slender white wrist revealed for the doctor to take her pulse.

He Sanlang's face was still carved into its usual strict expression without any change in emotion. However, the hands hidden under his sleeves were tightly curled, and he was still tense stiff as he stared at Chu Lian's ashen face.

"How is it?"

The middle-aged barbarian doctor took his hands off Chu Lian's wrist and, in a respectful tone of voice, he answered, "Captain, please don't worry. Honoured Lady has a healthy body and she hasn't suffered the cold for too long. She only slipped into unconsciousness because of the low temperatures. Once her body warms up again, she'll be fine after resting for a few days. Do keep her warm over the next few days."

It was only after hearing the doctor's diagnosis that He Sanlang finally let go of his worries.

"Go and take a look at the mother and children who were with Honoured Lady!"

The doctor quickly left.

There was some hot water boiling over the brazier in the pen, so He Sanlang dipped a damp handkerchief into the water and wiped Chu Lian's hands. When he saw that her hands were reddened from the cold, he wrapped them in another cloth dipped in hot water to warm them up.

Chu Lian was still trapped in an unconscious daze, her mind heavy and fuzzy.

As it had gotten colder and colder, she had struggled to stay conscious. However, in the end, she hadn't been able to resist the cold and fainted.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the surroundings had suddenly become warmer. There was also a strangely familiar and pleasant scent in the air. She felt like her body had been submerged in a furnace, its red hot embers radiating a heat that soothed her discomfort. Her hands were suddenly wrapped in something warm, making her so comfortable she wanted to sigh in relief.

Chu Lian's furrowed brows slowly eased apart.

At this point in time, He Changdi was sitting right next to her.

His eyes were still fixed on her with murky, unreadable depths, and his thin lips were pressed into a line.

He had assumed that he was only slightly attracted to this wicked woman. It wasn't until now that he discovered that he had completely fallen into Chu Lian's 'trap'. Willingly, at that.

He would never forget the anxiety and despair he had felt while searching for her earlier.

He Sanlang stared at the 'shameless' wicked woman. She had long since stolen a spot in his heart, and although she had the exact same face as that person, his feelings towards her had already changed.