Mo Yufeng sat up with difficulty, helped her up, looked at her worriedly, and asked, "Your throat...what did you eat?"

Ma Qingyi pushed his hand away, staggered to her feet, and walked out of the cave. Mo Yufeng hurriedly grabbed her and suddenly pulled her wound.

"Hiss!" Mo Yufeng broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, fell to the ground, and covered the wound with his hand.

Ma Qingyi quickly turned around, helped him up, looked at him worriedly, and wanted to ask him what happened, but her throat was too weak to speak.

He could only shake his head helplessly, looking at his wound that was already bleeding, and crying silently.

Mo Yufeng raised his head and looked at her, smiling and said, "Okay, don't cry, I'm fine!"

Ma Qingyi lowered her head and looked at him guiltily.

Mo Yufeng smiled, looked at his wound, then looked at the sun that had already risen outside, and said, "Let's go quickly! Go outside and see if there are any passers-by. Your wound and throat need to be treated!"

Ma Qingyi nodded, helped Mo Yufeng up, and the two of them walked out supporting each other.

…

Ma Qingyi opened her eyes, looked at the somewhat dilapidated house, sat up, and rubbed her aching body. Suddenly, she saw Mo Yufeng lying opposite her, and quickly ran out of bed to him, her voice still suppressed.

Suddenly the door opened. Ma Qingyi turned around and saw an old woman coming in with a bowl of water. She lowered her voice and said, "Girl, come and drink some water!"

Ma Qingyi glanced at Mo Yufeng, walked over, pointed at the water, and looked at Mo Yufeng again.

The old woman thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're asking... if I can give you another bowl for that person, right?"

Ma Qingyi nodded.

The old woman smiled and said "yes" and walked out.

Ma Qingyi took a sip of water, tilted her head back, cleared her throat, and opened her mouth wide.

"Ah..." The voice was low and hoarse.

Ma Qingyi sat in a chair, looking at the wound on her arm that had subsided in size.

Remember yesterday...

As soon as they walked out of the cave, a carriage slowly drove by, and Ma Qingyi and Mo Yufeng were picked up by a kind-hearted person.

This was the only family within a radius of dozens of miles. They consisted of an old woman and her husband, no children, and were not wealthy. They made a living by selling herbs. That day, when her husband came back from selling herbs, he met the two people and took them home.

The old woman used the few remaining herbs to rebandage Mo Yufeng's wounds, and Mo Yufeng fell asleep.

The old woman looked at the wounds on Ma Qingyi's body, silently shed tears behind her, and reached out to touch her wounds. "Child, why do you have so many wounds on your body!"

Ma Qingyi lowered her head and smiled bitterly.

The woman stopped talking and helped her apply the medicine and bandage it. She then said, "Don't touch water for the next few days!... Although we're in a remote area, the herbs here are really effective. In a few days, all these... densely packed little wounds on your body will disappear. However... I'm afraid some of the scars will..."

Ma Qingyi looked at her conflicted expression, smiled and shook her head. She knew that some of the scars would probably follow her for the rest of her life!

"These injuries will make me remember more clearly...the suffering and torture I have endured!" Ma Qingyi said in her heart with cold eyes.

The woman's body stiffened for a moment, and when she saw Ma Qingyi's eyes, she shuddered. Then she quickly took the basin and went out, "Have a good rest!"

Ma Qingyi looked at her back as she hurried away and smiled bitterly.

Is even a stranger afraid of you now?

…

"Girl, here's some water!" The woman came out to interrupt her thoughts and put the bowl on the table.

Ma Qingyi smiled, picked up the bowl and walked to Mo Yufeng, carefully lifted his head and brought the bowl to his mouth.

Mo Yufeng's eyes were closed, but they flickered from time to time.

Ma Qingyi poured the water into his mouth, but Mo Yufeng kept his mouth closed and refused to drink it. The water flowed down his beautiful neck. Ma Qingyi quickly put down the bowl and wiped him with a towel.

I thought dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you drink it? What a waste! Forget it!"

Ma Qingyi put him down and stood up. Just as her fingertips touched the edge of the bowl, her body was suppressed by a force. Mo Yufeng pressed Ma Qingyi down on the bed, a malicious look on his lips, and a smile on his eyebrows as he said, "Stupid, I'm not fainted, do I need you to feed me?"

Ma Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly turned half red and she lowered her head.

Ma Qingyi slapped herself in her heart and thought in frustration.

Yes, he fell asleep after being bandaged yesterday. What happened to me? I thought he had fainted and even fed him water myself!

So embarrassing!

Ma Qingyi suddenly raised her head and looked at him. "You are sleeping, then why don't you open your eyes and look at me like a fool..."

Mo Yufeng looked at her aggrieved look and was in a good mood. "Idiot!"

Ma Qingyi was about to hit him, but when she saw the white cloth in front of him, her heart softened and she put down her hand, puffed out her cheeks, and turned her head away.

Mo Yufeng leaned over and was about to kiss her, but Ma Qingyi quickly slipped out from under him, ran to the ground, stuck out her tongue and made faces.

Mo Yufeng slowly turned his head to look at her and said, "After my injuries heal, I will not let the princess be so active like this. I will definitely make her stay in bed for three days!"

Ma Qingyi's face, which had faded from redness, turned red again in an instant. She pursed her lips, turned around and left in a hurry.

Mo Yufeng turned over and fell on the bed, grinning foolishly.

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Ma Qingyi sat on the stone chair outside the thatched cottage with a solemn expression.

Dai Lianrong said that day that she would not live long. Now she had wounds of all sizes on her body that were causing her to bleed, and she was afraid that she could survive much shorter than expected!

Ma Qingyi lowered her head, feeling heavy-hearted.

Suddenly, a woman came past her with a winnowing basket. There were some freshly picked herbs in the basket and she put them on the mill.

He walked up to Ma Qingyi and asked softly, "How is that young master?"

Ma Qingyi looked up and smiled, nodded, and then lowered her head again.

"That's good!" The woman looked at her pale face and asked worriedly, "Are you worried about something?"

Ma Qingyi raised her head and sighed heavily, indicating that she was very worried, but now her throat could not speak...

The woman thought she was sad because she couldn't speak, so she comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, your throat is sore. It must be caused by something you ate. Yesterday, I saw some herbs on that young man's body. There's no one else here, and you have cuts on your body. I guess you picked them for him! You must have eaten something while picking them!"

When Ma Qingyi heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

Indeed, she had eaten quite a few while gathering herbs, because Ma Xiong had once said that one of the herbs tasted sweet at first but then turned bitter. She was afraid of making a mistake, so she ate quite a few herbs from the mountains...

Ma Qingyi quickly nodded at the woman.