Mu Yin wanted to climb out of the water, but her hands were terribly weak. Coupled with the constant surge of heat through her body, she had no choice but to soak in the water until late in the night before she feebly climbed out, completely drained, her skin lacking its usual luster.
"Miss Tang, it's late at night, be careful not to catch a cold." At that moment, the servant who had brought her dinner appeared out of nowhere, draping a thick white towel over her.
"Achoo..." Just as she had mentioned it, Mu Yin shivered all over, indeed feeling a bone-chilling cold.
Although it was only autumn in Yangcheng, the dew was heavy at night. She hadn't felt it while under the influence of the medication in the water, but now, soaked and chilled by the cold wind, her bones felt painfully numb.
But she couldn't concern herself with that, glaring fiercely at the middle-aged woman who was meekly looking down, "Who asked you to come?"
She hadn't forgotten who had brought her meals today.
