The rushing sound of a bunch of yellow bamboo growing around the guardrail filled the Owl pavilion's silence. The sound of water flowing from the seesaw over the fish pond faintly echoed into the pavilion. The winter of Jie Valley came at this time of year, like any other winter, the snow sometimes fell to form a thin layer on the grassy ground all the way to the pavilion grounds.
Hong looked up at the ceiling of his bathroom. Since his body was so weak, he couldn't even lift his own body to get up and take a bath. His father and Da Huang often came and helped him get out of bed and soak in the hot water with the smoke still rising. Yeah, and that hot water, was quickly turning cold because of his steadily dropping body temperature. The maids had to come in all the time to pour another hot water into the bath, and all that was useless, the water cooled down quickly.
