C82 Attrition of Fighting Spirit

The weather in Jing State was constantly changing. When night fell, it started to rain, and although the rain was not heavy, the wind was still blowing strongly. Lan Si tapped her feet on the hot water while holding a cup of tea, sighing contentedly. "I wonder if my father has received the letter yet."

Jiang Weihee pulled up a stool and sat beside her, putting his big feet into the basin