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.,Yun Chu smiled and turned, trying to make her voice rougher. "Miss, what is it",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.。