"Mm!"
Wei Yuanniang's small face was wrapped with thick white cloth, the whip injury that split skin and flesh was cleaned and treated with medicine.
Though it still burned fiercely with pain, she could already feel the slight coolness of mint.
Most importantly, her hungry little stomach had been filled, and she had someone taking care of her wholeheartedly.
The worry and concern in their eyes couldn't be faked.
And children, they are much more sensitive than adults.
Wei Yuanniang subconsciously wanted to snuggle into He Tiantian's embrace, because her instincts told her that this place was the warmest, the safest.
He Tiantian gently hugged the small girl, slowly swaying, soothing her.
Before long, having been tormented all day and weakened by her injury, Wei Yuanniang quickly fell into a deep sleep.
He Tiantian carefully placed the child on the bed, tucked her in, then ran to find Feng Zhongliang.
"Husband, do we still have any silver notes?"
