The journey back to the frontlines was a silent one, perhaps due to the very recent nature of their not-quite-an argument, and the sore lack of apologies from either of the two involved. Neither spoke; thusly, allowing a deep silence to settle amidst the howls of frost-bitten winds blowing outside the carriage.
Li Xinyuan shifted, somewhat discomfited by the biting chill of the winter. The temperature difference between the comfort of the clinic and on the road outside was dramatically large.
Involuntarily, a shiver wracked down his spine, causing a compensatory warmth to follow right after under his skin. Affected as he was, Li Xinyuan burrowed the lower half of his face in the fur cloak, exhaling into the thick cloth.
Perhaps his cultivation was still too low, the cold was chasing his steps, snapping at his heels. Or, it really was too cold.
