Shan Xiaoya felt her throat was about to smoke, uncomfortably dry. Looking at the teapot on the table, she grew thirstier. Being the only one in the room, she decided to help herself. Thinking this, she gently moved to sit up. Unexpectedly, moving again triggered her back wound, causing intense pain. She unconsciously groaned, but the sound was so hoarse it was barely audible.
At this moment, the door opened, and a maid around fifteen or sixteen entered, her face wearing a friendly smile. Seeing Shan Xiaoya trying to get up, she quickly walked to the bed, reaching out to stop her. “Madam, don’t move. Be careful of your back wound. Are you hungry? I’ll bring you some porridge.” She tugged at Shan Xiaoya’s blanket, preparing to leave.
Shan Xiaoya hurriedly called out, “Stop!” But what came from her throat wasn’t “stop” but an indecipherable, hoarse, powerless sound. The maid turned back. “Madam, do you have something to tell me?”
Shan Xiaoya slightly nodded, extending her hand and pointing at the pot on the table, her face full of thirst.
The young maid finally understood and quickly walked to the table, pouring water and handing it to Shan Xiaoya…
Chapter 024
After drinking water, Shan Xiaoya said to the maid in a hoarse voice, “Please hand me the mirror.” Whenever Shan Xiaoya encountered troubling matters, she would look at herself in the mirror, a habit formed after her parents’ death. The maid was somewhat confused but brought the mirror to Shan Xiaoya.
Shan Xiaoya barely took the mirror, looking at her emaciated reflection. Her cold eyes flickered. If she died here, she wouldn’t even fulfill her last wish to return to her own time. Now, she had also drawn a line with her adoptive parents. With a beautiful life ahead, how could she disappear here for no reason? No! She would definitely survive and return to her own era… Her eyes held an undeniable determination…
Shan Xiaoya would force herself to eat every day, no matter how painful her wound or how uncomfortable she felt. Those bowls of dark, bitter medicine would be drunk without even a furrowed brow.
