Fortunately, she had bought a casserole when she bought the medicine today.
She placed the herbs in the casserole, added water, and boiled them on the fire.
Soon, a strong bitter medicinal smell wafted out.
Yu Niaoniao took out the new ointment and smiled proudly as if she was taking credit.
"Look, I bought medicine!"
Xiao Juan did not look at the ointment in her hand. His gaze remained on her forehead.
Her forehead was wrapped in gauze. Because she had fallen in the mountains, there were some muddy spots on the white gauze. Coupled with her dirty dress, she looked like a little beggar.
She was in such a sorry state, but she was still smiling, her eyes sparkling.
Xiao Juan felt his heart ache and soften.
"I'm sorry."
If not for him, she would not have suffered so much, let alone fallen to this state.
