She took the instruction sheet and flipped through it, but in truth, she didn’t absorb a single word.
At night, the comfort from the blowing fan was a real relief, and it wasn’t as hot anymore, yet she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She looked at her hands, even feeling the warmth of Jian Zhiqing’s body still lingering, as well as his slightly firm flesh, and uncontrollably, she shivered—a cold sweat breaking out despite the sweltering heat.
Her mories of n all stemd from the tornt inflicted by Wang Dali.
Therefore, she was afraid.
She curled up her body, like a fetus in a womb—fearful and terrified. Afraid of relationships between n and won, dreading marital ties, knowing that a man and a woman invariably must follow that path, yet she didn’t want to.
Clutching the towel blanket tightly to herself, the fan blowing on her gradually cald her down. She didn’t know how long it took, but eventually, she fell asleep while the fan had been left on all night, having forgotten to turn it off. When she got up, she kept sneezing and felt slightly dizzy.
Might be a cold, she thought and turned off the fan. Then she washed her face with cold water to clear her mind a bit.
Jian Zhiqing also happened to co out, and at this ti of sumr, dawn was almost breaking. The people outside usually went out early, and Jian Zhiqing always woke up early too, so seeing him now wasn’t surprising.
Yet he stared at Qin Xiangnuan with deeply furrowed brows.
He walked over, and Qin Xiangnuan squinted her eyes, not wanting to talk or move.
"What’s wrong?" Jian Zhiqing placed his hand on Qin Xiangnuan’s forehead, "Do you have a fever? Didn’t turn off the fan last night?" His voice was soft but Qin Xiangnuan could hear the sternness in it. I’m fine, Qin Xiangnuan withdrew her hand, she took a deep breath and exhaled a turbid breath from her lungs, I still have to go sell pancakes.
She stood stubbornly, her colorless lips tightly pursed.
Jian Zhiqing pressed on her head gently, "Wait, I’ll go get so dicine for you."
After saying that, he didn’t wait for Qin Xiangnuan’s response and went into his room. When he returned, he had a bag of dicine in hand and poured a cup of hot water, placing it in front of Qin Jinuan, "Co on, take the dicine."
Qin Xiangnuan obediently took the dicine—it was coated pills, seemingly the most common kind for colds, small blue pills that were quite effective. There were also a few other types of dicines; not knowing what they were exactly, but since Jian Zhiqing brought them, she took them, trusting that he would never harm her.
After taking the dicine, and perhaps due to psychological reasons, she felt sowhat better, her head wasn’t as dizzy. She followed Jian Zhiqing to the stall where Xie Yonghong had already arrived earlier, and having already fired up the stove, Qin Xiangnuan only needed to cook the pancakes as the porridge was already on the stove.
In her free ti, Xie Yonghong also prepared the vegetables for her.
"Thank you, shī mǔ," Qin Xiangnuan felt a bit embarrassed, "for helping with the cooking."
"What are you talking about?" Xie Yonghong ca over to help her, "It’s easy for , there are no custors yet, so there’s nothing to do. These dishes are simple ho cooking; I was actually looking for sothing to do."
Qin Xiangnuan bowed her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, with a hint of shimring tears within.
Xie Yonghong felt that today Qin Xiangnuan seed particularly low in spirits, and her complexion wasn’t good. However, it could be chalked up to her not having slept well the night before. Moreover, Qin Xiangnuan’s speed in making pancakes hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.
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