In Beijing, the temperature dropped to 2° in the evening.
Rong Zhi got up to leave, and Bai Su followed.
Tang Xuyun's gaze lingered between the two of them, paused for a moment, and ultimately said nothing.
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Back in Huqing District.
Rong Zhi returned Bai Su's coat, as it was still early. She went into the kitchen and cooked a pot of porridge to warm up and dispel the cold. After serving Bai Su a bowl, she went to the lab to prepare medicine for her throat.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The suppressed cough filled the laboratory.
Rong Zhi's throat felt painfully dry and torn.
Maybe she had been smoking too much recently, and this old ailment returned, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She clicked her tongue lightly, and following the prescription, she took various medications from the medicinal cabinet to formulate.
