Cui Qingrou heeded Mo Yan's words and remained motionless in the bath barrel. Initially, she felt a slight itch on her skin, as if something was burrowing into it. Before long, the itching turned into a prickling pain, as if countless tiny ants were biting her.
Even though she was already uncomfortable, Cui Qingrou still didn't move. Her face revealed nothing, but her exposed and slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her distress.
"Hmm——"
When the third bottle of Medical Liquid Essence was poured into the bath barrel, a restrained moan escaped from Cui Qingrou's lips as though she was enduring the most brutal torture.
Cui Qingrou felt as if her skin was being sliced by the sharpest of blades. Had it not been for the last bit of clarity convincing her to persist, reminding her not to let her daughter's kindness be in vain, she would have risen from the bath barrel already.
