Jiang Yunuan cried sorrowfully, her knees aching faintly.
She hadn't knelt for long, just a brief moment, compared to the countless times before, it was nothing but a drop in the ocean.
Perhaps it was the rejection and discomfort engraved in her bones since childhood, or perhaps it was the pressure brought upon her by Mrs. Jiang Fang, but she felt the cold and chill in her knees, a pain seeping from her bones.
This was her old ailment.
That year, during the New Year, she knelt for far too long in the snow outside the ancestral hall, the cold seeping into her bones, causing severe pain in her knees and legs whenever the weather turned cold and damp.
Jiang Yunuan mentioned it to Mrs. Jiang Fang.
Mrs. Jiang Fang invited a medical woman over, who said this had become a root of disease, and thereafter, she would have to rely on moxa fumigation and hot water bags all year round, but it would never be completely cured.
