At night, she lay beside An Shuchao and listened to his snoring but couldn't fall asleep.
It's said that women are like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty.
She had reached that wolf and tiger age, yet ever since Old An's leg was broken, there was no more intimacy between the two of them. Besides, Old An was older than her, and often seemed somewhat lacking in vigor, which left Bai Xue mei feeling dissatisfied.
Thinking about what happened with Li Wangfu in the Persimmon Tree Forest during the day, she felt an itch inside her, and found it hard to fall asleep for a while.
She didn't know how much time passed before she finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, but she felt incredibly cold in the middle of the night and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
When day broke, she didn't get up. It was only when An Shuchao urged her to rise that he realized she was burning up.
Bai Xue mei had a fever.
