Mu Yuanxiu also looked at her, his eyes questioning.
Li Yuzhu walked to the stove, reached out her hand to warm herself, and said with a slight smile, "She is much better. She said her head doesn't hurt anymore, and she doesn't feel suffocated in the chest."
Li Guoguo, like a little adult, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."
This made Zhou Zhaodi, who came in with them, laugh.
Outside, the wind howled and the snow whirled, Zhou Zhaodi closed the door tightly and asked if Li Guoguo wanted to sleep.
Guoguo shook his head vigorously, "I still want to play with Aunt."
Zhou Zhaodi tried to persuade him again, but Li Yuzhu waved her hand, "Zhaodi, you must be tired from driving the carriage, go to sleep first. I'll put Guoguo to bed later."
Zhou Zhaodi, a ten-year-old girl, driving a carriage on the road, it was indeed hard for her.
"Alright, San Niang." Zhou Zhaodi was indeed tired and came to coax Guoguo to sleep as well.
