Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Biting Spring Chill
The old woman's voice was very gentle. She held a bowl of medicine in her hand and sat beside the bed.
The girl's head was slightly tilted, her eyes closed, looking frail and weak. She was very thin.
"Ning'er, drink the medicine." The old woman gently woke her.
Ning'er's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was a little hazy as she looked at the old woman.
"Grandma," she whispered.
The old woman smiled and helped her up. "Be good, drink the medicine. You'll feel better after drinking the medicine."
Ning'er leaned against her and obediently drank the medicine. It was very bitter, but she didn't frown.
After drinking the medicine, she lay back down. Her breathing was shallow, and her face was pale.
"Grandma, is it Spring Festival?" she asked.
The old woman paused, her eyes showing a hint of sadness. "Yes, it's Spring Festival."
Ning'er weakly smiled. "I'm glad it's Spring Festival."
The old woman stroked her hair, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, it's Spring Festival."
"When will the snow stop?" Ning'er asked again.
"It will stop soon," the old woman replied.
"Will A'Yu come back?"
The old woman's hand paused in her stroking. She didn't answer.
Ning'er seemed to know the answer and didn't ask again. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
The old woman sat by the bed for a long time, looking at the girl's frail form. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Outside the window, the snowflakes continued to fall, silently covering the world in white.
The spring cold was biting.
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