Seeing that Grandma Li and Aunt Li's faces were pale, likely from a combination of cold, hunger, and anger, Li Xiu quickly poured them two glasses of brown sugar water. He then poured two cups of chrysanthemum tea for Uncle Li and his third uncle. The chrysanthemums were wild ones he had picked in the mountains last autumn and dried himself; they were excellent for clearing internal heat.
Looking at Grandma Li, Zhou Lian's heart ached for her. The woman was over seventy years old. She had been honest and kind her whole life and had never fought with anyone. Widowed in her thirties, she had single-handedly raised four children. Now, surrounded by children and grandchildren, she should have been enjoying her golden years. Instead, she was met with such a wretched affair. 'This didn't happen in my past life, but she still worried constantly. She worried about her eldest grandson until the very end. As she was dying, she held Li Xiu's hand and told him he had to live a good life.'
