Bai Ruozhu was walking. Upon hearing this, she stumbled. A fairy? It was the first time she had ever heard someone describe her this way, prompting sentiments of Rongrong's innocence and naivety to swell within her, and deepening her sympathy for the ordeal the young girl had to endure.
She feigned ignorance, went to the kitchen to pick out some food ingredients that wouldn't affect their wounds, and made a delicate pot of meat and vegetable porridge for the two of them.
When the aroma wafted out of the room, Rongrong's mother, who had lost her appetite for days, could not help but swallow some saliva. By now, her earlier depression had faded, as Bai Ruozhu's acupuncture skills gave her confidence in Bai Ruozhu's abilities and the recovery of herself and Rongrong.
