The woman on the dentist's chair had her eyes tightly closed, yet her eyelids kept twitching, seemingly trapped in a nightmare. Her complexion was so pale it was almost purplish, her teeth chattering nonstop. Ning Xiaoxian reached out to touch her, and was startled—the lady's face was frighteningly cold. One should know, it was now mid-May, and although there was still a hint of coolness day and night, it was now morning, not to mention that the woman was covered with five thick cotton quilts, almost fully wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Even enveloped so securely, Miss Wu Yunfang, daughter of the City Lord, felt as if she had fallen into an icy lake in December, shivering incessantly. Ning Xiaoxian turned her head to see that the windows of the room were tightly shut and several large pots of charcoal fire blazed in the corner, seemingly the maids were afraid the sick would get too cold.
