C342 The Confession

One afternoon, half a month later, the summer days had changed, and after lunch the sky had begun to drizzle. It was gray and wet, and the villagers were all working in the paddy fields in their raincoats.

Su Qing's old injuries had relapsed and her joints and limbs were in pain. Xichun was helping her apply medicine and massage. Tian Qingqing had nothing to do