It was not that she did not want to talk about it, but her throat was in so much pain that she could not speak even a single word.
Ji Jingchen covered her with a blanket. "Go to sleep! Everything will be fine once you wake up."
Du Jiuyuan thought that he would throw a tantrum at her. She did not expect him to be so calm.
She simply did not think about anything else and slowly fell asleep. Her dreams were filled with the fierce orange flames on the mountain.
When dawn broke, Du Jiuyuan was awakened by a burst of conversation and heard a voice that she was extremely familiar with.
"This girl is stubborn. She has the same temper as her grandfather. Last year, when she came back to visit me, she even told me that you treated her very well and went home every day to have dinner with her. Were you two fighting?" The person who spoke was Du Ling, Du Jiuyuan's aunt.
This was also Du Jiuyuan's only relative in this world.
