In the third month of spring when peach blossoms are in full bloom, warmth can be felt. Yet, the wind that blows in our face still carries a bone-chilling coldness. A sudden and heavy cough wracks my body, each gasp for air almost costing me all my strength.,"Mother, don't you like Zhen'er anymore Why don't you hug Zhen'er anymore" Xiao mumbled, his eyes welling up with tears.,The voice from above was extremely cold, and the hands clutching his shoulders were also icy.。