"Xiao Si, my chest feels a little stuffy. Could it be that this body is sick?"
Not only was her chest uncomfortably tight, but even her eyes seemed a little off, as if she had just cried.
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself sitting on the steps of an empty stairwell. The corners of her eyes were wet, and the tip of her nose felt sore. Clutching her chest, she bent over miserably and hugged herself.
There was nothing seriously wrong with her health. At most, she had a little frozen shoulder, lumbar muscle strain, rheumatism, and the like. As for why you're like this now, someone just angered you half to death.
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What?
Frozen shoulder, lumbar muscle strain, rheumatism?
Su Qiao held out both hands and looked at them.
Although her skin was a little rough, and the joints of her fingers were somewhat enlarged, making them look like the hands of someone who had worked laboriously for years, she had no age spots or wrinkles!
So she shouldn't be considered old, right?
How had she ended up with ailments like rheumatism, as though she had become sick from years of overwork?
She lowered her head and looked at the clothes she was wearing.
An ordinary floral dacron blouse, with a gray canvas jacket over it. It looked somewhat plain and old-fashioned, but it was still fine. At least it wasn't wrinkled, and it was clean and free of patches.
On her feet was a pair of leather shoes, the oldest style with rounded toes. They had been polished until they gleamed, as if someone had deliberately cleaned them up.
All things considered, her circumstances weren't bad. This wasn't some era from the sixties or seventies when people lacked adequate food and clothing.
Seeing that she