That silly girl, Zhu Yu, was just a bit careless.
"It's fine. Just be more careful next time." Lu Liangwei waved her hand airily, but privately decided she would never place petals into her bath ever again.
She was traumatized because she could feel her skin itch, as if bugs were crawling on it.
Zhu Yu felt more guilty than ever.
After Chu Jiu took care of the bug, she came back in to help Zhu Yu clean up the bathing utensils.
Ling Lihua ushered Lu Liangwei over to sit on the bed.
Ling Lihua gave some thought as she looked at her daughter's skin, which was radiating a pink luster after soaking in hot water. In the end, she decided to take out a booklet from her sleeves and pass it to Lu Liangwei.
"Take some time to read this. Feel free to ask me if there's anything you don't understand." With those words, she turned away to help prepare Lu Liangwei's wedding gown and headdress.
