When the evening came, Sun Manyue still didn't feel like eating, but since drinking medicinal soup on an empty stomach isn't good, Yu Xiaolian finally managed to persuade Sun Manyue to eat a bowl of porridge.
In the middle of the night, Yu Xiaolian was worried that Sun Manyue might have a high fever, so she frequently went over to feel Sun Manyue's forehead.
Actually, initially, Sun Manyue only had her sleeve torn off by Jiang Haifu, and there wasn't really a need to leave Taohua Village. However, Yu Xiaolian couldn't persuade them, as these ancients held chastity and reputation in high regard.
"Sister Xiaolian, I don't want to get married anymore. After some thought, I don't want to go back to Taohua Village either. Can I stay with you in the future?"
In the darkness, Sun Manyue's eyes were wide open, and she was particularly spirited, with no drowsiness at all.
"What would you do with me?" Yu Xiaolian frowned.
