That day, Yan Xixi kept drinking water, kept sweating, and kept going to the restroom... By the next day, sure enough, she felt much relieved.
Only, she still had no strength.
In a trance, she walked to the door, vaguely thinking she was still in the small house over a hundred miles away. She opened her mouth, about to habitually call out, but swallowed it back forcefully.
No, no, no, things have changed, it's different now.
Mrs. Yang laid out some porridge and pickles, politely saying, "Miss Yan, just let me know if there's anything you'd like to eat."
She held her bowl and chopsticks, feeling utterly bewildered.
Mrs. Yang asked, "Would you like a bowl of hot soup? It's very light."
She shook her head, slowly putting down the bowl and chopsticks.
"Miss Yan, when you go back, you surely plan to get married soon, right?"
She replied very straightforwardly, "That's right, he has proposed to me multiple times."
