The Daughter-In-Law of the Head of the Family: the Misfortune Means All the Glory Will Be Lost

The burnt smell of medicine is like countless sticky hands, getting into the nose and choking the throat. Shen Ciyou half-closed her eyes and leaned on the hard earthen bed, listening to the slow beating of her heart in her chest. Sick? Maybe. This body has never been in good health since I can remember. A bowl of bitter medicine soup every three days is more punctual than eating. The sky outside was gloomy, and the light coming in from the window lattice covered with Korean paper was also gray, giving everything in the house a dead air.