The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The sharp edges scratch people's faces, causing a faint pain. I can't find any scars when I search with my hands. Nan Yueyin tried hard to stop her coughing, but her throat was so itchy that she didn't stop. Instead, her coughing became worse.
"What are you coughing for? You're not old enough. Do you think I can support you just by coughing twice?" In the simple thatched house, the baby was crying, the girl was coughing, the woman was yelling, and the thatch on the roof was dancing in the wind.
"Aunt, I'm fine. I'll go help you with your work." Nan Yueyin, who was only seven years old, finally stopped coughing, although her face was red from holding it in.
"Can you...
