She was extremely angry but had no choice but to closely watch the Medicine Pot in front of her. If she didn't keep an eye on it and it got overcooked, she wouldn't know if her throat would ever heal.
Right now, she couldn't worry about anything else; she just hoped her throat would heal quickly. That way, she could achieve her revenge, instead of being extremely angry without knowing who to vent on like right now!
After a long while, she finally completed the brewing of the Medicinal Liquid, bottled it up, and lay down right on the spot.
She was just too tired; these days had been the most difficult for her. Without the thought of healing her throat, she wouldn't be able to endure this.
Thinking this, she slowly closed her eyes.
After she closed her eyes, Qian Yizheng, who was resting leaned against a tree not far away, opened his eyes and walked over to tend the fire, making it blaze more fiercely.
"Brother, are you awake?"
