All four seasons of the year were equally cold to Xia Hongjin.
He also wanted to get better, so no matter how awful the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician tasted, he would take it. He would do whatever the imperial physician said.
Xia Hongjin did not treat Liu Sanniang as a psychic. He only treated her as a doctor, and he was a patient, so Xia Hongjin trusted Liu Sanniang wholeheartedly.
Seeing Liu Sanniang retract her hand, Xia Hongjin's eyes darkened. He lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Miss Liu, how long can I live with this illness?"
It was almost June, and half of the year had passed. It was said that summer was very hot, so hot that one had to drink cold water to relieve the heat.
However, Xia Hongjin didn't know what it felt like. He felt that he was not supposed to exist in this world.
Having lived for twenty years, he couldn't even tell the seasons.
