"It's all your fault, serving that tea!" the mother snapped as soon as she saw her daughter was unwell, directing her anger at Su Xuan and Wang Xuehan. "Tea is cooling by nature, and my daughter already has a cold constitution. Now you've just piled cold on top of cold. You've really done it now!"
"Mom, why are you blaming them?" The beautiful young woman in the Hanfu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and looked up at her mother. "You know perfectly well what caused my illness, don't you?"
Her condition wasn't acquired; it was congenital. When her mother had been pregnant with her, she had not only smoked and drank but had even gone skiing. As a result, she was born with a susceptibility to cold that no major hospital, Chinese or foreign, had been able to cure.
"Now, now, daughter, just bear with it," the mother said with a hollow laugh, waving a hand toward the door. "I'll have your Uncle Dai come over right away. Bring Old Dai in!"
