Although Chen Wanqing had already taken in the clothes as much as possible, she hadn't expected that Zhao Jing, upon appearing before her again, would be so thin. His whole body seemed like nothing but a bag of bones.
It was a night twenty days later. Chaoyang had drunk too much water before bed and got up in the middle of the night to pee. She took her son to the washroom. After returning and lying back in bed, she suddenly found herself wide awake.
The days were scorching hot, and only at night did it become slightly cool. However, Chaoyang ran hot, and this little bit of coolness was simply not enough for him. Since he was too young and she didn't dare use ice basins, Chen Wanqing waved a fan to cool her son down.
About another hour later, the wind picked up. The windows were open, and a cool breeze blew in, dispelling the stuffiness in the room.
