When Qin Yuanyuan opened her eyes again, she found that her throat hurt terribly and her forehead was throbbing with a fierce ache. Her hair was damp and clung tightly to her scalp; she could wring water from it just by clenching it in her hand.
She was currently inside a wooden room with paper-torn windows. Clad in thin clothing, her whole body felt as hot as a furnace. The original owner had been curled up on a stiff, wooden bed covered only by a thin layer of batting, wrapped in a damp quilt of the same quality. Qin Yuanyuan felt that if she lay there any longer, her entire body would stiffen, so she endured the discomfort, clutched her head, and struggled to sit up.
She was now certain: the original owner had undoubtedly kicked the bucket from a fever.
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