After the rain, the temperature plummeted.
In early November, the morning temperature was only 13 degrees, and the northwest wind made people's skin dry.
Rong Zhi was woken up by the pain.
Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her stomach was cramping and churning.
The stomachache came on fiercely.
For the past six months, Fu Liang had been nursing her back to health, and it was probably because she was out in the cold wind without eating last night that it started hurting.
Every winter, the old ailments she had suffered from years ago would start to ache faintly.
Beijing's heating system had just started a test run, with more than a week to go before actual heating began. She curled up in the blanket, and if it weren't for the warm human-shaped pillow next to her, she would have been suffering from both pain and cold.
She could endure it; she just needed to take it slow.
