When Ji Zhao and the others returned to Shanghe Village, it was already the end of August.
The autumn wind in the day was still a little hot, but at night, it was bone-chilling.
The temperature difference between day and night was too great. Coupled with the fact that Shen Yao was already depressed, he actually caught a cold in the end.
In the Shen residence.
In the kitchen, Ji Zhao was brewing medicine. The bitter smell that filled the air made her frown in discomfort.
"Ah Tao, do you know that you look like a bitter gourd now?" Second Sister-in-law Shen teased as she nibbled on an apple.
"Second Sister-in-law, stop teasing me." Ji Zhao shrugged helplessly. "Shen Yao's cold has been going on for half a month and he hasn't fully recovered yet. I'm really worried."
Actually, Ji Zhao knew very well that Shen Yao's illness was one of the heart.
Unfortunately, Shen Yao's illness was difficult to cure.
