So in the end, she did pull back the quilt and sit there in a daze, not knowing how long she'd zoned out, fiddling with the drugs she'd bought herself.
The medicine actually served some purpose. She used some, gave some to Lin Yile and Li Jia, and yes, she also had to bring some to Gu Ning. They were all out and about every day. Gu Ning's hands were free of frostbite, but his feet weren't.
Everyone is made of flesh and blood. Who's really different from whom?
The difference between getting frostbitten or not depends firstly on one's constitution, secondly on habit, and thirdly, it's simply a matter of fate.
But generally speaking, everyone's the same because we're all human beings.
Tang Yuxin planted her face on the table. When people have time to spare, they start reminiscing about things. But many of these memories often seem unwarranted. Life is short, time is short. Every second that passes is one less second alive. Who has so much spare time to waste?
