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.,Between coughs, he would wheeze and struggle to straighten up.,"Little one..." she struggled to sit up, "You just have to be good...wait, wait until mother's illness is better..." Her voice trailed off, for how could her illness ever get better。