Early the next morning, Pei Shu'er had fully recovered from her fever and was feeling much lighter.
She stretched lazily, back to being the healthy Miss Pei once again.
Tang Qinghua, however, didn't look well. She didn't have a fever, but had caught a cold.
With constant coughing and a runny nose, traveling on this path of exile, she ended up a mess.
Tang Qinghua had no choice but to take the medicine given by Pei Shu'er. It helped a bit, and she wasn't coughing as much, but she felt like her period was prolonged and wouldn't stop.
As they traveled further, the weather grew colder, and the people in the main family house groaned from morning till night.
Initially, people asked what was wrong with them, but eventually, they didn't bother.
The main household simply complained about feeling cold, tired, uncomfortable, and near death.
Everyone was fed up with their complaints.
No one felt good on this journey; who had the energy to focus on others?
