As the calendar edged into late March, the weather gradually warmed.
Dong Huiying's skin became better and better, she transformed a little more each day, her face's freckles disappeared completely, her skin turned tender and lustrous, clean and glowing, and she successfully changed from a little dark ghost to a white dough ball.
Early in the morning, the mist hung heavy.
Zhi Chen had a dream, but upon waking, he felt confused. He probably dreamt of his childhood days when his father was still alive, and he would lead his younger brothers running wildly through the hills and fields.
He put on his jacket and tied his belt with his left hand, a process that was not very smooth. His right hand had been useless for a year, and he had to depend on his left hand for everything, big and small, which was really inconvenient.
Turning left upon leaving the house, he came upon a washbasin and washed his face, which seemed to freshen him up a bit.
"Eh? Are you awake?"
