Zimo and another person sat down on a chair to the side, waiting for Madam Su to emerge from her room. Under Lin Caisang's silent gaze, she slowly walked into her daughter's room.
In the room, Madam Su opened a porcelain bottle and poured all of its watery medicine into her daughter's mouth.
"Cough, cough cough."
The spicy sensation quickly awakened Su Meihua.
When she opened her eyes and saw her mother, tears instantly fell.
But as the tears just started to fall, she couldn't help but scream out in agony.
"Ah—"
It turned out that the wounds on her face were stung by her tears, paining her so much that she wanted to roll on the ground, a pain she had never felt in her life before.
"Mother, save me, it hurts, my face hurts so much."
No longer able to bear it, she raised her hand to cover the wounds on her face but was stopped by Madam Su.
"Meihua, don't, don't scratch it with your hands, it will hurt more if you do."