The light in the room was somewhat dim.
Gu Ning was already asleep, her small mouth moving occasionally, as if she were eating something delicious in her dream.
Lin Wan Yi sat by the bed and gently rolled up her daughter's sleeve, which resembled a lotus root stalk.
The bruise, purple and blue, looked particularly hideous on the fair skin.
Lin Wan Yi didn't say a word.
She drew a drop of spiritual spring water from the space, touched it with her fingertip, and gently applied it to the bruise.
A cool sensation seeped into her skin.
Visible to the naked eye, the purple and blue began to fade, dispersing, leaving only a faint red mark.
Though the wound could be healed.
This grievance, however, could not be swallowed.
Gu Lan, standing nearby, was so angry she was in tears, clutching a rag and rubbing the table noisily.
"Sister-in-law, should I go scold that old hag tomorrow? Otherwise, I can't stand it!"
Lin Wan Yi took a warm towel and wiped Gu Ning's face.
"Scold her?"
