The charcoal brazier in the back hall of the Xuan'an Bureau crackled softly, yet Pi Yanlin could still feel the chill in Su Wan'er's fingertips.
He squatted by the edge of the bed, his thumb gently turning back the woman's cuff. The purple-blue veins at her wrist looked like a spiderweb, completely at odds with the peaceful appearance that Ah Fu had described earlier when he said an "old man with a white beard brought her."
"Pi, the handyman?" Ah Fu stood in the doorway holding a bowl of medicine, steam blurring his features. "Aunt Zhang brewed some ginger and jujube tea. You should drink it while it's hot..."
Chapter 109