Qiao Xiaomai's period had been irregular for several months, and she would feel pain in her abdomen whenever it came.
However, compared to the fainting pain she felt the first time, the present pain was entirely bearable.
But her complexion remained pale, and she appeared listless.
Seeing Qiao Changshun's face, which resembled a dried tree bark, she handed over the cooking responsibilities to him.
After lying in bed for a day, Tong Sanlang came in the evening. He brought with him three vine branches over a meter long, which he said could serve as sticks and were tenacious. He had found them in the virgin forest near Rooster Mountain.
Seeing Qiao Xiaomai's lackadaisical face, he scrunched his eyebrows, questioning, "The spiritual spring water, why isn't it effective at all?"
"The spiritual spring water can only improve the quality of meals, it has no health benefits," Xiaomai replied as she took out the pendant shaped like a water droplet.