The walls of the house were made of mud, and the roof was made of hay?
The tables and chairs were also very old, and the quilt on her body… was so yellow that it was unbearable to look at.
Bu Yaolian burst into tears. "Shao Zun, where are we? Why are you so poor after I woke up? Did we go bankrupt?"
Su Shenfan rolled his eyes speechlessly. "What are you thinking? Even if the whole world turns poor, I will never be poor."
Bu Yaolian wiped her tears. "I thought you had become poor after I woke up from a dream."
"We're passing through this village on the way back. Have something to eat first. We'll go back when you're better." Su Shenfan sighed deeply. How scared was this girl of him becoming poor that she would actually cry?
She didn't even have the strength to eat.
However, it was a good thing that she was crying. At least, it proved that she was really alive.
Bu Yaolian lay on his chest. "I can't lift it."