Zhou Xiuer was still wallowing in dejection and agitation. She touched her forehead, which felt cool. Aside from a slightly dizzy head and a sore throat, last night's scorching fever had subsided. That Jadeite, to her astonishment, had the skills to make half of her illness disappear in moments.
However, this wasn't what she wanted at all!
"Damn it!" Zhou Xiuer cursed under her breath.
This wouldn't do, she couldn't just sit around waiting to die; she had to go and plead with her aunt.
Thinking so, Zhou Xiuer headed towards the door, only to hear voices outside; Madam Zhou had arrived.
Zhou Xiuer flinched, pinching the soft flesh on her waist harshly, the pain bringing tears swiftly to her eyes.
As Madam Zhou entered, she saw her sitting by the table crying, her pale and frail complexion provoking pity.
"Aunt," Zhou Xiuer threw herself over and hugged her waist: "Aunt, Xiuxiu doesn't want to leave. Aunt, please let us stay here, by your side. Otherwise, we will die."
