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The next day, it began to drizzle in Beijing.

Streams of rain were like clouds, enveloping the noisy city.

Seated at the window, Mrs Feng looked at the slate floor filled with puddles of water and muttered, "Maybe your aunt won't be coming." This rain seems even colder. "

As she spoke, she closed the window.

The doctor told her to get some fresh air, but she always felt the wind was too cold