Would You Please Accept It

On a spring afternoon, the cool breeze was slightly dry and brought with it a warm sunlight that wrapped around his body. The tranquil village gave off a lazy atmosphere.

Huang Ying was called home by her father to help with the farm work.

In the room, only Bai Zheng was still lying on the simple bamboo bed looking dispirited after eating the second antidote from the old doctor. Her eyes started to become heavy, powerlessly drooping and closing bit by bit.

Outside the room, there seemed to be a series of indistinct shouts. The voices moved closer and closer, causing Bai Zheng, whose brain was slowly emptying to be unable to hear anything, and she was even more powerless to make a sound.

Creaak.

It was unknown who pushed open the wooden door, but a grey figure sneaked in.

Bai Zheng had already closed her eyes completely. Her calm expression showed that she was currently deep in sleep.