The orphan girl who was kicked out of her home relied on half a prescription to make soup to survive, but she didn't know that the mute veteran who silently carried firewood and changed medicine every day was the guardian entrusted to her mother on her deathbed. When her herbal medicine shop became popular in the county, and her best relatives cried to recognize her relatives, he tore open his clothes to reveal the brand - it was the bloodline totem that only the legitimate daughter of a family of medicinal food had. She was not an abandoned daughter, but a real daughter who was transferred into a contract, and he was her fiancé who had shouldered the blood debt for her for ten years.
