Songxue Hotel, Song Zhiya's room.
Aside from Song Zhiya, who was wrapped in a thick quilt and leaning against the headboard, the room also housed Song Yinran and his son, both of whom looked at her with concerned expressions.
Song Zhiya covered her nose with a handkerchief, sneezing and tearing up from time to time, her little nose bright red.
Her voice was hoarse, "Dad! Brother! Take a seat!"
Song Yinran asked his daughter, who was suffering from a cold, with concern, "Yaya! Why don't you go get a shot?" Seeing his daughter's pitiful state with tears and a runny nose, he felt extremely heartbroken.
The joy from the spring night just passed seemed to have faded somewhat.
Song Zhiya blew her nose and shook her head, "No need, Dad! I'm fine! It was just too cold last night! I caught a cold! After my brother leaves, I won't be staying at the hotel tonight! I'm going to stay with my cousin! Her house has a warm fire kang, which is pretty good!"
