Shi Mei took off her coat and sweater, went to take a hot bath, and finally felt comfortable all over.
But as soon as she opened the bathroom door, Ye Tiao heard a low, suppressed voice coming from the room.
The voice sounded muffled, clearly emanating from beneath a pillow and quilt.
Startled, Ye Tiao walked over to her side.
Shi Mei seemed completely unaware of anyone approaching, her sobs were wretched and frail.
Ye Tiao pursed her lips and walked forward to sit by her bed.
Shi Mei's crying abruptly stopped and she turned her head. Before she could see anything, Ye Tiao had embraced her.
The warm, fragrant hug made Shi Mei's heavy head pause, and her tears suddenly 'swooshed' down even more.
Ye Tiao clicked her tongue in disdain, "Get a grip, where is the pain?"
"My head hurts."
