In Su Yun Duo's understanding, Mr. Xiucai's illness, though severe, was not tuberculosis. However, for the past half month, no matter how Su Yun Duo tried to console him, she couldn't open his heart.,These days I've been going up the mountain almost every day. Aside from occasionally finding a few old vegetables that are almost inedible, it can be said that I've gained nothing. Today's search finally yielded some results. Unlike the previous few days, when I ran back and forth in vain, Su Yun'uo lightly pressed her lips together, a faint smile appearing on her face.,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.。