"Do you feel any better?" Ye Wudao asked her with concern.
"Yes... much better, but this stuff is really hard to swallow. It's the worst drink I've ever had," Sun Xiaoyuan said, coughing before she could finish her sentence.
"Bitter medicine is good medicine; this is not a drink. Alright, rest a bit more. I'll make something for us to eat, and then we can set off," Ye Wudao said to her with a smile that was mixed with laughter and tears.
Ye Wudao took the container from her hands, washed it quickly with water, and then hastily gathered some firewood to set up a spot to boil water. After drinking the cactus juice, Sun Xiaoyuan felt the dizziness that was bothering her disappear, and her body gradually regained strength. Seeing Ye Wudao busying himself and dividing his attention between the work and taking care of her, she felt quite embarrassed.
