On a street near Li's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, a sanitation worker named Aunt Li was bent over, methodically sweeping the road with a broom worn smooth from use.
However, the area she had just swept was quickly covered again by a thin layer of Yang Xiu.
The Yang Xiu danced through the air, filling the sky like a silent snowfall—only this "snow" brought with it the dry heat and irritation of early spring.
"Sigh... there's just no end to this."
Aunt Li sighed and began to sweep the area all over again.
A stronger gust of wind swept by, swirling up the Yang Xiu on the ground and instantly plastering it across her face.
She instinctively closed her eyes, then roughly wiped her face with the back of her hand, brushing away the fluff stuck to her eyelashes and cheeks.
While she was engrossed in her work, she inhaled just as a small clump of Yang Xiu shot straight into her nostril.
"ACHOO!"
Aunt Li's loud sneeze sent a shudder through her body and made her eyes tear up.
