The smoke was just about to rise when a torrential downpour suddenly engulfed everything, instantly drowning the smoke.
Dong Huiying pulled aside the bamboo curtain and peeked outside the carriage. Cold wind mixed with rain rushed into the carriage, making her shiver. She hurriedly grabbed a quilt in a flurry and wrapped herself up, then twisted open a wine jug and took a small sip to fend off the cold.
In the latter half of the night, she was shivering continuously, her body remained cold and wouldn't warm up, and her lips and teeth had turned a shade of blue.
In her daze, she seemed to hear quite a bit of hail falling from the sky, accompanied by rather strange sounds.
The sound appeared to be, like someone was tapping on a wooden fish?
She touched her own forehead; sure enough, it was hot. The sound of the wooden fish's "dong dong dong" continued, and there seemed to be someone chanting scriptures.
