When Lu Chen wiped the cold sweat from his sister's forehead for the seventh time, the morning star outside the window was dimming.
The cabin smelled of herbs and disease, like some kind of slow death. My younger sister, Lu Yu, was curled up in the thin quilt, breathing so softly that it was almost inaudible. The dark red veins on her wrists are extending towards her heart like vines - this is "blood dryness", the most common terminal disease on the border of Qingqiu Country, and also the most expensive terminal disease.
"Brother..." Lu Yu's eyelids moved, "Is it dawn yet?"
"It's almost time." Lu Chen dipped the rag in cold water again and again, "You can sleep a little longer."
"I dreamed about my parents." A smile appeared on her pale face, "They said... Let me not blame you."
Lu Chen's hand froze.
