| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<delayed> < |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2026-01-23 10:51:28) |
In the third month of spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, warmth can be felt. Yet, the wind that blows in our face still carries a bone-chilling coldness. A sudden and heavy cough wracks my body, each gasp for air almost costing me all my strength.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.,The weather was fine, with a gentle spring breeze.。