The Fair Maiden of a

Su Yunuo held up her hands to ward off the leaves swirling in the wind. She squinted and glanced at the house, visible in the distance, with a weary expression. With strained arms, she struggled to lift the increasingly heavy basket on her back.,A patient without a belief in survival, even with the best possible illness, cannot be cured. Furthermore, given their current circumstances where they rely on others for even basic necessities, how could they afford quality medicine To ensure that they have at least one dose of medication each day, which may not fully address their symptoms, is already pushing the limits.,Once again, she hoisted the basket on her back. Su Yunduo put away the ache in her heart, shook her head and pursed her lips. Facing the cold wind, she bowed slightly, quickening her pace a little as she walked, somewhat unsteadily, along the country path.。