As the Spring Festival approached, the temperature in C City dropped further and further, the overcast sky hinting at the possibility of snow. But the snow just wouldn't fall. On the afternoon that Gu Jiangnian left, a north wind whipped up, bringing with it howls of cold air.
When Jiang Muwan, feeling light-headed and weak, returned to her bedroom, a gust of cold wind blew in from the window, causing her to shiver.
She hurried to close the French window.
Then, she turned and went downstairs to ask the night servant for some fever-reducing medicine.
Jiang Muwan was well aware that these servants were good at observing and reacting, but since they hadn't done anything to harm her, she turned a blind eye, poured some water, took the medicine, and headed upstairs.
Based on past experience, a bit of medicine and a good night's sleep would usually do the trick.
After all, she had gotten through countless days and nights just like that.
