C230 The Rescue of the Capitalist

The snow was still falling heavily, obscuring the view, but those inside the warm tent were quite comfortable. The injured folks had regained some color in their faces, and even the frostbitten captain's skin had lost much of its bluish tint. Bai Jiayun, who had been the most severely injured, now looked peaceful and rosy-cheeked, as if merely asleep.

Chiang Ci nestled in Shaang Peiyan's arms