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.,If he didn't care about face, he would probably just barge in with a knife and kill him.,Someone outside was shouting, "Auntie, you can't go in—"。