Mrs. Wang and Qin Liuxi returned to their own courtyard, saying, "I've been too busy recently; I had no idea her illness had become this serious."
Qin Liuxi said, "It's not your fault. She's the one who obsessed over trivial matters and worked herself into this state. No one else is to blame."
Mrs. Wang sighed and seeing Qin Liuxi furrowing her brows, knew that she was fed up with these matters, so she said, "You don't need to worry about this. I will handle it. Right, the shop has already produced several kinds of candied fruits. Try some."
She spread out the candied fruits wrapped in oil paper for Qin Liuxi to taste one by one.
Qin Liuxi picked up a preserved plum and popped it into her mouth. The sour and sweet flavor, tinged with the faint scent of licorice, filled her mouth. She squinted in delight, bit into the flesh of the plum, spat out the pit, and said, "This is the one, it's done very well."
