In the winter of the third year of Jiayou (the 22nd year of Chongxi of Liao Dynasty), Liuxi Town, Nanjing Road, Liao Dynasty.
The leaden sky was low, and the fine snow particles were wrapped in the north wind, like countless small knives, which hurt the face. In the adobe house at the east end of the town that was about to collapse, Ji Aixi was woken up by the cold - not the slight coolness of a malfunctioning air conditioner in a modern apartment, but the kind of cold that could penetrate into the seams of her bones. It was so cold that her teeth were chattering, and her huddled body could not warm the straw underneath her at all.
"Hiss..." She wanted to raise her hand to rub her numb cheek, but found that her arm was as heavy as lead. The slightest movement caused tearing pain all over her body, especially her chest, as if someone had kicked her hard.
This is not her body.
