"I'm touched that you're still thinking of me."
Holding the warm cup, Ye Chutang felt a touch of warmth spread through her heart.
Chu Qiyuan waved his hand dismissively.
"You're prone to getting cold, and the winters in the Capital City are brutal. You have to be extra careful."
Chu Qiyuan recalled that when they first met, Ye Chutang had been quite frail.
Yet that same frail body, which looked as if a gust of wind could knock it over, had single-handedly put an end to the plague that had ravaged the entire city.
She was decisive and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
Back then, Chu Qiyuan had thought that if she were a man, a vast world would be open for her to conquer.
However, after seeing everything she had done since returning to the Capital City, he realized how narrow-minded he had been.
'Some people don't need a world carved out for them. Wherever they go, that is their world.'
