The rain pattered on the shabby roof of the woodshed. Every drop of rain was like a cold hammer, making Su Tan's body tremble.
She shrank back into the shadows, and a damp and torn blanket was the only thing she had to shield her from the ruthless rainstorm and the heart-wrenching coldness of the late autumn night.
Her fingers were so cold that they were numb and purple, but she was still clutching a torn book - "Nine Chapters of Chess", as if this book could save her life.
To be honest, from a certain perspective, this is really what happened.
