C235 But You Are Not Satisfied

On the bustling main street, a carriage moved slowly. Outside, the cold wind howled, but inside, it was warm and cozy. A small stove on the table emitted a gentle white mist. Ruan Qingge tugged at the heavy fur shawl draped over her shoulders, feeling a bit exasperated—wasn't it heavy enough already?

She lifted her eyes, casting a plaintive glance forward