C34 A person who is a waste of good things

His clothes were lightly draped over his shoulders, there was a gap between his back and the material, the cold wind was blowing back, and only the front part of his body was covered with a heavy woolen blanket.

Since she couldn't even sit on her side, she could only stretch out her hands from the blanket and flip through the scrolls on the table to avoid the burning pain in her back