The two pieces of Blood Medicine Grass he gave her at her grand wedding are still there.
He hurriedly took one out, and carefully put away the other.
What Long Yubei was asked to prepare were not other things, but the items needed for tomorrow's wedding ceremony.
Lying beside her, Xu Mohan's fingers lightly stroked her facial features.
Placing his arm under her head, holding her tightly, the gaping wound in Xu Mohan's heart was filled.
The lights went out, and it was a restful night's sleep.
When he woke up, before opening his eyes, his hand felt the body beside him.
He opened his eyes and met her gaze, already awake.
"When did you wake up?"
"Two hours ago," she said, "I made corn porridge, kept it warm on low heat."
"I'm here, who told you to cook? You just had a miscarriage, you can't touch cold water," Xu Mohan sat up.
She said cheerfully, "It's no big deal."
"Where's the Blood Medicine Grass?" It was placed on the table and now it's gone.
"I ate it."
