When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

After all, she was old and had been living a comfortable life, so it was only natural that she suffered backaches after being out in the yard for too long.

She was clutching her waist while sitting limply on the bamboo chair in the yard, frowning in pain.

After clearing away the few weeds left in the yard, I washed my hands and handed her the pain-relieving medicine.

She frowned, unwilling to accept it.

I pursed my lips. “These are painkillers. They are not harmful.”

Having said that, I put the medicine in her hands. Then, I went inside and fetched a cup of warm water for her.

She seemed stunned. Perhaps unable to bear the pain, she accepted the cup of water and took the medicine.

As I kept the rest of the medicine aside, I said, “This medicine has few side effects. If the pain is intolerable, you can take one or two tablets to relieve the pain.”

She glanced at me with her lips pursed and turned her eyes upon the yard, saying, “Your voice sounds so nasal. If you have a cold, please don’t pass it to me.”

I couldn’t help letting out a laugh. She was obviously concerned about me, but she just had to put up a mean front.

Forget it.

She is, after all, an arrogant lady of a privileged upbringing.

Being childless and way past half her life, perhaps she was thinking of spending her twilight years alone in peace.

“Yeah, I’ll go back and take some medicine.” It was commonplace to get the flu during the winter months.

Isatis tinctoria root in her hand. “Make drinks with this

smiled, saying, “Thank you,

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had stopped snowing in K City. The sun was out, and most of the snow had melted. With

in the yard, which warmed

to stay for lunch? It’s been snowing

“Anything

Although it was only dry rations, it wasn’t going to stop us from enjoying

potatoes and sweet potatoes for me to peel. Then we cut

were having

a barbeque for two was too quiet. However, when she brought out some red wine from the cellar, the atmosphere of

was not much conversation between Sally and me, some things need not be

meals, so my tummy felt bloated as I had eaten a lot of

the fire. Seeing the cutlery, his handsome face displayed a smile as he held my hand, asking, “Did

really like it, but

try it?” My taste buds were not the same as his, so he might not enjoy what

baked potato from my hand. After taking a bite, he raised his eyebrows and said

“Aunt

and said, “Okay, there is some more. Go home quickly

old, they tend to keep their true thoughts

of us understood

sat by my side,

barbecued meat to him. While handing

smiled and did as he was told., then nodded and appraised,