In the autumn of the first year of Tianqi, there was a ruined temple outside Wujiang County, Suzhou Prefecture.
Ai Xi woke up from the cold.
The biting cold wind wrapped in the rain came in through the leaky window lattice of the dilapidated temple, blowing on the face like a knife. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw mottled adobe walls, a few strands of spider webs hanging from the beams, and the "quilt" under her body was made of moldy straw, exuding a damp musty smell.
"Hiss..." She wanted to push herself up and sit up, but found a heartbreaking pain in her right arm - looking down, she saw a deep cut on her elbow, with red and swollen edges around the wound, apparently from a recent injury.
This is not her rental house.
