It's unclear if someone was thinking about her or what, but Wufu sneezed several times in a row. She looked pitifully at Jadeite, as if she were looking at an enemy, her expression full of grievance, making people laugh.
Jadeite coughed lightly, held back her laughter, and put on a stern face: "Miss, even if you're staring at me, this medicine must be taken."
Wufu said, "Just leave it there, I'll take it later."
"No way." Jadeite shook her head resolutely, saying, "I need to personally watch you take it, otherwise, who knows if the medicine ends up in your stomach or the flowerpot!"
As she spoke, she glanced at the camellia blooming brilliantly on the windowsill.
Who would have thought that this young lady, fearless going up mountains and crossing rivers, wouldn't even bat an eye at killing, would be afraid of a bowl of medicine? Alright, she admits that the medicine prescribed is a bit bitter, but good medicine is bitter, how can one recover without taking it?
