"Wow - wow -"
Heavy raindrops hit the shabby roof, making a loud noise, as if God was also laughing at the misery of this cold palace.
Shen Zhaoning tried hard to plug the leaking holes with rags, but the cold rain still had no mercy and made her clothes wet.
She didn't have the mind to care about herself, and looked anxiously towards Xiao Cui lying in the corner.
"Xiao Cui, wake up!"
As for Xiaocui, her face was as white as paper, her lips were purple, and the old wound on her leg was rotten and festering. The smell made people want to vomit.
This little girl, the old injury on her leg has recurred!
Shen Zhaoning's heart was burning with anxiety.
"Damn it!"
She cursed under her breath and hurriedly rummaged around the house, hoping to find some herbs or something.
But the medicine box was empty, as if he was deliberately making a joke, telling her coldly that there was nothing she could do here.
