Zhuye Tong figured out the pros and cons, and surprisingly cooperated with Yan Rong. When he delivered the medicine, no matter how hard it was, she would drink it down with a frown on her face, resisting the desire to retching, and digging her fingernails deeply into the bedside.
Only through the railing can all the medicinal juice slide into her body and exert its maximum effect.
Yan Rong saw it once, and the next day he found a small jar of golden honey from somewhere, packed it in an exquisite porcelain jar, and tied a big red ribbon around the mouth of the jar to hang it up. From then on, Zhuye Tong took medicine every time.
She would take a sip of honey first, drink up the concoction, and then rinse her mouth with water. Another spoonful of honey was brought to her lips, exuding a faint sweet fragrance through the black gauze.
The cold and hard heart melted in the spoonfuls of amber liquid, but the belief in leaving became stronger day by day.
Yan Rong is a rare good man, gentle, kind, and his occasional naughtiness can be considered a fault, and that is not a reason to be disliked.
She must never let the cold and difficult Wuzu tribe notice his existence, because Zhuye Tong really doesn't want to see Yan Rong lose such a clear and warm smile one day due to exhaustion of running away.[