Nan Quanyou was still feeling melancholy when Nan Feng chimed in, "Dad, you haven't been to the town for a while, right? When I make enough money, I'll buy a mule cart, so you can go whenever you want."
Tears sprang into Nan Quanyou's eyes, but he didn't want to cry in front of his daughter. So he came up with an excuse, "Are you going to take a bath soon? I carried a few buckets of water today. I'll go heat them for you."
"Okay, thank you, Dad!"
Nan Feng tidied everything up and then checked herself in the mirror.
Her face was still distressing to look at, but she had been taking care to clean it, so there was no pus oozing out, and the infection wasn't spreading anymore.
After taking a bath, she smashed some aloe and applied the juice to her face. It felt so refreshing that she kept it on until she went to sleep.
