Shi Jiayu nodded.
As Yun Jinnian applied medicine to her, the pain made her inhale sharply.
"I remember now, thank you!"
"My surname is Yun, given name Jinnian!"
"Miss Yun!" Shi Jiayu called out softly.
His Mandarin still carried some of the Nanjiang accent, sounding soft and gentle.
And because he was injured, his voice was hoarse with a pitiable tone.
Yun Jinnian finished applying the medicine on Shi Jiayu and then brought her a set of men's clothes to wear, "They are a bit large, but make do with them for now!"
"Thank you!"
Yun Jinnian poured a cup of water and fed it to Shi Jiayu, "Can you still walk?"
"Yes!"
Yun Jinnian helped Shi Jiayu off the carriage and led her toward the tent.
All eyes turned toward Shi Jiayu.
Shi Jiayu immediately felt very nervous.
It was evident that these people were no ordinary folk, especially that man who had spoken earlier.
Shi Jiayu gave a slight curtsy.
"Hemei, bring over a stool!"
