A Woman of Courage

When the warm medicinal soup entered his mouth, a bitter smell corroded his taste buds. Zhang Qian looked at the remaining half of the dark medicinal herbs in the bowl, closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and poured all of them into his mouth.

After putting down the bowl, Zhang Qian lifted the blanket and stood up shakily. He walked to the dining table and sat in front of Xiao Ling as he asked, "How did you find me?"

With that, the man looked at the small drops of blood on the woman's arm. His brows trembled slightly as he stretched his hand out to check the condition of the wound. However, just as he was about to touch the woman, his trembling finger still hung straight down.