"Shaohua, why do you treat yourself so poorly? How can a girl have wounds on her body?" Ye's mother had yet to find a house, so she could only bear with the pain and settle down in the inn, dressing Ye Shaohua's wounds.
After applying the medicine and finishing the dressing, Ye's mother looked at Ye Shaohua with eyes that betrayed her disappointment, "I always remind you to follow the embroiderer and learn embroidery properly. Just the other day, I had someone teach you to differentiate colors. Why can't you pull yourself together?"
Ye Shaohua glanced at Ye's mother, not knowing what to say, and simply chose to remain silent.
Dinner was just plain white porridge, and she barely took a few bites.
