The night deepened, and the temperature plummeted. Outside the window, a cold wind howled and raged, and before long, a torrential downpour began. Xie Qiqi lay curled up in the ancestral hall, drifting in and out of consciousness.
Her entire body ached. Feverish chills racked her frame—she had caught a cold again.
She had no idea how long she had been lying there in her stupor when she heard footsteps. She opened her eyes to see a sliver of light coming from outside.
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