In her current state, Su Rushi looked as though she were trapped in an ice cellar. Even the bright red, warm quilt covering her couldn't offer the slightest bit of warmth.
Tu Xiao'an felt an inexplicable pang of pity. It was truly hard on this young, beautiful girl to endure such a merciless torment every night.
Life was hard. She seemed to be just getting by, treating each day she lived as a victory. With her constitution, it wouldn't be the least bit surprising if she were to one day pass away silently in the freezing cold.
She was lucky to come from a good family, with the respected vice-chancellor of the Ancient Academy for a grandfather. If an ordinary person were born with this one-in-ten-thousand constitution, they would have died long ago. Reaching adulthood would be a fantasy; even surviving to the age of ten would be considered a miracle.
