"Actually, there is another reason for going overseas. Those places may have the medicinal herbs I need. I want to cure your illness."
Some small islands overseas have not been visited all year round. The special geographical location and environment make the plants in those places different from those on the mainland. Some rare medicinal herbs are really only found in those places.
In Zhao Jingting's case, it is not enough to just hypnotize him and seal up his confused memories. Over the years, his brain cells and nerves must have been damaged to varying degrees. This is why he always has headaches and sometimes cannot concentrate.
Therefore, after solving the problem of memory confusion, you still have to slowly adjust and repair it.
The corners of Zhao Jingting's mouth twitched, and he finally mustered up the courage to ask: "You... why are you so nice to me?"
After she knew about his illness, she was not afraid nor disgusted, and seemed to be helping him all the time.
He didn't think there was anything good about him.
"When your father was injured, Uncle Ya and I didn't really help at all."
Zhao Jingting always felt guilty about this matter.
When they were on the mountain, Uncle Ya didn't help her father stop the bleeding and treat his injuries in time in order to keep an eye on him as he was not in a clear mind. When he was sent back later, his body had been delayed for too long and had lost too much blood.
"At least you got him back and didn't let him die in the wild."
As the saying goes, if a person is alive, you should see him/her; if he/she is dead, you should see his/her body. If you don’t even know whether the person is dead or alive, the original person would probably be even more sad.
And she might have to find a way to go out and find someone.
But the State of Zhao was so big. How many of the people who got lost in the fleeing group could be found
Zhao Jingting was a little disappointed: "Is it because of this reason?"
Is this the reason why I treat him so well
Su Qiao raised her chin and said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "If I have to say anything else, it's just three words: I like it."
“If you like it, just do it. It’s that simple.”
Why are there so many whys in the world
Isn't one 'like' enough
When Zhao Jingting heard the word "like", his cheeks instantly flushed and he quickly looked towards the river.
"Ahem, that's five words, not three."
Su Qiao said very willfully: "This girl represents the word 'I', so it's still three words, and I won't accept any rebuttal."
"If you say three, then it's three."
"Can I have a sip of wine?" Zhao Jingting held the jar and looked at Su Qiao expectantly.
Su Qiao was speechless.
It's been so long, and you still remember this.
"Just one sip, if you dare drink more, you're dead."
Zhao Jingting quickly assured: "Don't drink too much, just one sip, you can watch."
"etc."
Su Qiao was still worried in the end.
He took out a small bamboo cup from his cloth bag and placed it on the stone, then snatched the wine jar from his hand and poured half a cup.
"Humph, who knows how big your mouth is? Will you drink this jar of wine in one breath?"
"But this is too little, isn't it? There is not even a bite here."
Zhao Jingting picked up the small bamboo cup, looked at it, and felt like crying.
His mouth is not that small.
Su Qiao put the lid of the jar in place and carefully stuffed it into the gap between the stones. He blocked the outside with gravel and finally moved a large stone to block the outside.
"Don't want it?"
Su Qiao pretended to grab the bamboo cup from his hand, but Zhao Jingting quickly blocked her way: "No, no, no, I want it, I want it."
Having said that, he tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp.
After finishing, he licked his lips with satisfaction.