15 The cloth was rinsed in water again, becoming damp and cool, and was placed back on Liansheng’s forehead. It was deep into the night. All was silent. In the warm, yellow lamplight, Zhou Lingchun sat by the bed, gently wiping Liansheng’s arm with a towel. Wangcai sat quietly on the floor, its two eyes fixed forward like a sentinel watching the two people. Juzi was also lying on the bedside table, watching Liansheng on the bed with half-closed eyes. “Meow,” Juzi whispered. Liansheng was…

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