"That's about all I've discovered so far."
In the yard, Yue Fuguang caught a withered yellow leaf in his hand and pinched it between his fingertips, sensing a strand of harsh winter's chill.
Winter was approaching fast.
He thought to himself quietly.
No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than a bout of coughing suddenly interrupted his train of thought; he lifted his eyes to look over.
Si Chu stood under the tree with his back to him, dressed somewhat thinly. It was unclear whether his clothes did not fit or if he had lost much weight recently, but the loose-fitting clothes on his body made him seem all the more frail.
Yue Fuguang, supporting his chin, looked on with a sigh:
From this perspective, there really was a bit of the charm of a sick beauty.
As Si Chu coughed, his back bent slightly, his hand clenched into a fist against his lips, his shoulders trembling subtly. It took a good while before he slowly steadied himself.
