The Most Beloved of the Medical World, the Crazy Concubine of a Peasant Family

Thirty-ninth year of Luannan, the suburbs of Kyoto The night is dark and the lead clouds are rolling. As the thunder resounded throughout the dark sky, jagged lightning struck. Heavy rain fell. The cold wind blew wildly, and the leaves fell and branches fell. In less than half an hour, the rainwater in the wilderness had accumulated into a river. During this period, heavy footprints brought up deep mud and water. In the distance, a sad figure walks alone in the wilderness. Unspeakably desolate. Duanmu Qingning's face was empty, and she looked up at the cold rain falling on her face. His clothes were torn to pieces and clinging to his body, Liuyun's hair on his temples was scattered in an awkward manner. Bone-gnawing cold...