Traveling through the Lotus Tower: Li Lianhua, you must live well

Seeing Li Lianhua fainted, what could Su Ci do? This person was not a patient, but a self-made ancestor. He had to be cured even if he had to kneel down.

Su Ci went back home, got all the necessary herbs, then went right back to the Lotus Tower and started to work tirelessly to make the medicine.

After the medicine was ready and he fed it to Li Lianhua skillfully and made sure that his fever had subsided, Su Ci finally took a break and had time to eat this dinner which could serve as a midnight snack.

After all the hassles, Su Ci lost his appetite for the sumptuous dinner. Worried that Li Lianhua would have a fever again, he ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry, and after filling his stomach, he went to watch over him.

Looking at the unconscious Li Lianhua, Su Ci was furious. He pointed at him and made fun of himself for being a mother at such a young age, but his eldest son was not obedient and had a stubborn temper.

Time passed little by little, and Su Ci was so sleepy that he leaned against the bed and dozed off.

Suddenly, she felt someone gently draping something on her shoulders. Su Ci opened her eyes suddenly and saw Li Lianhua holding the cloak beside the bed, looking at her apologetically.

Li Lianhua said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay. I didn't fall asleep anyway. How do you feel now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Su Ci waved his hand indifferently, yawned, and asked with concern.

Li Lianhua shook her head: "I'm fine now. Thank you for saving me again."

Su Ci rolled his eyes at him, stood up and poured him a glass of water: "I'm glad you know. Come, drink some water to moisten your throat. You've gone to such lengths that the two months of rest have been wasted.

Look, the little bit of meat I managed to raise for you is gone again. You are such a delicate flower, it's really hard to raise you. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Li Lianhua nodded.

Su Ci: "Wait, I'll get it for you."

After a while, Su Ci brought a bowl of white porridge and handed it to Li Lianhua.

Su Ci sat back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest, looking at him quietly.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "Tell me, what happened to you? How did you end up like this?"

Li Lianhua paused while eating porridge when she heard that. She lowered her eyes and looked at the bowl in her hand, remaining silent, as if she wanted to stare at the bowl to pieces.

Suddenly, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Sorry, Miss Su, I made you worry. I'm fine, I will be fine in a few days."

Su Ci frowned, looked at Li Lianhua for a moment, and said fiercely: "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh, it's so ugly. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask, and you can talk when you want to.

Okay, I’m so sleepy, I’m going back to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow if there’s anything else.

By the way, there is some food I left for you on the table. If you are hungry, just get up and heat it up. I am leaving now."

Li Lianhua nodded and watched Su Ci leave.

After Su Ci left, Li Lianhua lost the mood to continue eating. He put down the bowl, sat on the head of the bed, and stared at the beam above his head in a daze.

A waning moon hung in the night sky, a few sparse stars twinkled faintly, and the sound of waves could be heard from time to time, making the Lotus Tower seem particularly lonely.

Li Lianhua, who has been suffering from illness these days, seems to have become fragile.

A tear slid down his cheek and dripped onto his collar. He sighed softly and covered his face with his hands, but tears continued to flow out from between his fingers.

At this moment, the resentment that had been suppressed in Li Lianhua's heart surged up again. He resented Yun Biqiu, resented the sound of the flute, and resented everyone and everything he could hate.

The pain that was never revealed during the day was revealed unrestrainedly in the dead of night.