"Try to let go."
On the second-floor balcony, Zhu Qianyun hugged her knees and curled up in a chair, a dark cloud seeming to hang over her, within ten steps, not a blade of grass grew.
Tang Wan carried the tea, walking slowly to Zhu Qianyun's side, crouching down and gently saying,
"Eldest son, it's time for your medicine."
Zhu Qianyun mechanically took the tea like a puppet and drank it all, then numbly chewed the bitter leaves, and with a gulping sound, swallowed them down.
"Damn."
Zhou Li, squatting behind the door, suddenly let out a curse, exclaiming, "Damn, this child has gone stupid."
"Not really."
After calculating and realizing he couldn't make a prediction with Zhou Li beside him, Zhuge Qing looked around and decisively said, "Patron Zhu's eyes are clear, her movements unhindered; she shouldn't have the affliction of idiocy or insanity."
"No, no, no."
