Cherry Blossoms Falling

The village girl who was close to death from illness was about to marry, and her suitor was a strong and hearty hunter.
Having time-traveled to a poor and backward mountain village, she had resigned herself to the lack of three square meals a day, but was her new body already halfway into the grave? What's more curious was that someone still wanted to marry her despite being on her deathbed?
Driven by curiosity, she went ahead with the marriage, eager to see who the unlucky sap was who'd lose his betrothal gifts and even the coffin money.
Cradled in his arms, her body was thin as a rake, and she really wanted to ask him, "Husband, does holding me hurt your hands?"

The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

Seeing Gu Youyou's insistence, she took it, saying, "Thank you, eldest sister!"


Gu Youyou's ointment was packed in a bamboo tube, which was only slightly thicker than a thumb and very exquisitely made.


She casually chatted with Gu Xiaolian for a few sentences, but her professional habits flared up yet again, as her eyes couldn't help but glance at Gu Xiaolian's belly, which made Gu Xiaolian very embarrassed, her face turning red and then pale by turns.


There, looking at that complexion, Gu Youyou couldn't help wanting to feel her pulse.


"Daya, ah!" Gu Youyou said awkwardly, restraining her own hand, "This belly of yours... how many months is it?"


With her face flushed, Gu Xiaolian said softly, "It's... It's been a bit over six months."


At that point, Gu Youyou couldn't restrain herself anymore and reached out to grasp Gu Xiaolian's wrist to take her pulse.


Chapter 63 Too Small a Stomach