Yang Qing studied her younger brother carefully.
Yang Tian was tanner and thinner than before, and there was a newfound maturity in his features.
However, Yang Qing soon noticed something unusual about her brother.
Yang Tian's hands were rough and full of cracks. The knuckles on several of his fingers were red, swollen, and chapped. Some spots even had scabs and broken skin—clearly the signs of severe frostbite.
There were also small red patches on his face, especially on his ears and cheekbones—more marks left by frostbite.
"Xiao Tian, your hands and face... it's all frostbite."
Yang Qing's heart ached as she held Yang Tian's hand. "How did it get so bad? Does it hurt?"
