C158 Aileen It's Me

It was late winter, and winter in the wet and cold area south of the Yangtze River was freezing from the inside out, especially at night.

There was no charcoal stove in the room, so Qu Ling got up early.

Before he fell asleep, a strong wind was blowing outside the window, along with the faint rustling of the leaves.

Qu Ling curled up in the quilt and muttered, "Unlucky