Kaoshan Village, Liang family.
"She has been unconscious for three days, why hasn't she woken up yet?"
On this day, the weather in the mountains started to warm up.
Yixuan had made a pot of cornmeal porridge, and there was a small stool in front of the stove; he was sitting on the stool, tending the fire.
Next to him, Yue Ning was vigorously scrubbing clothes, but seemed distracted.
In the past, any matter concerning Dong Huiying would have certainly ruffled his feathers, but now, he couldn't help thinking of that painful beating with ninety strokes…
In the past few days, Dong Huiying had been seriously injured and unconscious. With no money at home, they had no choice but to bring her back to Kaoshan Village to recuperate. But every day, Yixuan personally fed her some liquid food, which she swallowed unconsciously, and Yue Ning had also helped Yixuan change Dong Huiying's dressings.
The wounds were bloody and appalling; they were almost mashed.
