Ning Wanwan heard the commotion and knitted her willow-leaf brows in confusion.
After setting down the medicine, Xiaoci hurried out, but not before urging Ning Wanwan to drink it.
Ning Wanwan looked at the bowl of dark, murky decoction, feeling utterly sapped of strength. The scent of the hot brew drifted toward her, nauseating and bitter.
Chapter 35