Time rewinds.
The snow grew heavier. Then a heavy rain followed, quickly filling the pitted ground with water.
Shen Hua, injured that day, was carried back to the residence, with a twisted right leg and a swollen face. The girl was in such pain that she wept profusely, shrinking into Chun Yun's embrace, crying incessantly.
Not even the little finger could be lifted.
"Am I going to die?!"
"Do not spout such nonsense."
"But! Those bees just kept stinging me alone!"
Some time ago when she went out, she had heard that the Turkic had a Princess who could attract butterflies. But when it came to her, it ended up like this.
The little girl covered her face, not wanting others to see.
Shen Zhi, who had carried her back, was both distressed and helpless: "Who asked you to poke the beehive?"
She shouted, "I poked it, and I'll poke it again! Later, I'll even chop down that tree!"
Having said that, she sobbed, not forgetting another matter.
