When frostbite itches, it feels like one would rather have the flesh scraped off.
Since starting to study, every winter, the frostbite would flare up.
It wasn't just on the hands but also on the ears where there were frostbite scars.
"Thank you," Jiang Jinxu lowered his eyes, looking at the two exquisitely crafted small bottles, his voice calm, "Must be expensive."
"Quite cheap actually."
The price Lu Jingzhi had in mind was based on her former life's prices.
She only thought of Jiang Jinxu when she saw Wei Xiaoqi treating his old frostbite with snow today.
The young girl often came at the moonlight, suddenly appearing and leaving in a hurry.
"Wait," Jiang Jinxu called out to the person who was about to turn around and leave, "Xiaomiao, this is... a gift for you."
Lu Jingzhi took a moment to remember.
Today, she looked up at the position of the moon and realized, or rather, yesterday was the original Lu Xiaomiao's birthday.
It was a string of small wind chimes in a box.
