"Shopkeeper... what is Celsius?" Shang Shuiyin asked, fumbling with the wrapper.
"Oh. It's a measurement of your body temperature, Miss Shang. Do you also want one?"
"N-no. I'm fine. I'm used to this climate, Shopkeeper. Besides, I cultivate ice arts."
"But won't you be affected by the cold escaping place?"
"It'll be fine as long as I don't step inside." Shang Shuiyin shook her head and explained.
"I see. Well then." Lin Mo nodded before turning to Yu Qingyan, whose face had already turned slightly even without putting the patch on her.
Right. She's now like this because of me. Lin Mo inwardly chuckled, sensing Yu Qingyan's turmoil from the ring.
He let go of her hand, which instantly drew a sigh of relief from the woman.
