Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 140: The 8th Day

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: The 8th Day

The weather was getting colder and colder. Although Nanzhi was awake, her body remained very weak, and she often had a fever.

Fortunately, when it rained, the swift-witted Shen Miaomiao used a tin pot to catch water to fill up the bamboo tubes, allowing Nanzhi to drink a mouthful of hot water when she had a fever.

In a flash, it was October 15th, Nanzhi became increasingly groggy. A few days ago, she had been able to force herself to talk with Zhiyu, but now, even opening her eyes became difficult.

Seeing Nanzhi’s face turning green, Shen Miaomiao went outside the cart and harshly wiped away her tears.

She did not understand why Sister Nanzhi had become like this. Just a few days ago, she was still able to sit and talk with them. How could she have grown worse now?

Shen Zhiyu seemed to feel something as well. In the past few days, seeing his mother sleeping with her eyes tightly shut, the child also became reticent, only silently shedding tears when he was sleeping next to Nanzhi at night.

After a night of sleep, Nanzhi finally opened her eyes seeing her son, who was nodding off beside her, and laboriously lifted her hand to touch Shen Zhiyu’s little face.

Feeling someone touching his face, Zhiyu looked up in bewilderment. The moment he saw Nanzhi smiling at him, he was stunned.

"Mother?"

"Zhiyu, you have worked hard." Nanzhi finished speaking softly, and then touched his face again.

The little face which she had painfully nurtured to fatten up had sunken in again, and his chin had become much sharper.

"Mother. Zhiyu isn’t tired." The little boy softly spoke as he held Nanzhi’s hand, his voice filled with affection.

He wished for his mother to recover soon, for her to be able to hold him as they slept, for her to tell him stories about defeating goblins.

He remembered how his mother used to praise him for being a lucky charm. So, for the past few days, he had been holding his mother’s hand each night, whispering for her to recover quickly.

But he had been reciting for many days, and it was of no use. His mother still slept every day with her eyes shut.

Auntie said that his mother was tired and that she would recover quickly if she rested well.

Indeed, Auntie did not lie to him; his mother had gotten better today.

Thinking this way, a smile also appeared on Zhiyu’s small face, and he was reluctant to let go of Nanzhi’s hand.

Shen Miaomiao sat on the cart shaft, driving the mule cart. Hearing some noise inside the cart, she paused momentarily, guessing that Sister Nanzhi might have woken up. A wave of emotion appeared on her face for a moment, but then she remembered the conversation they had a few days earlier, and she couldn’t help but her eyes started to well up.

Sister Nanzhi had said she wouldn’t last beyond the tenth day. After Zhiyu had fallen asleep, she had pulled Shen Miaomiao aside and talked a lot.

It felt as if she was leaving instructions for what to do after her passing.

"Zhiyu, you must listen to Auntie’s words, okay?"

Keeping up her weak smile, Nanzhi tried hard to say more.

"Zhiyu is obedient. Auntie said that mother will recover after a good rest, mother really got better." The little boy nodded.

A tightness clenched Nanzhi’s chest.

Seeing Zhiyu try to be brave, she held back her tears, unwilling to cry in front of him.

"Then Zhiyu must listen to Auntie even more, understand? Mother is sick and very, very tired. Auntie also has to take care of mother and take care of Zhiyu. It’s all very hard. You must behave."

After uttering these words, Nanzhi felt short of breath and turned her face aside, coughing a few times.

Zhiyu nodded vigorously in agreement, saying he would certainly listen to Shen Miaomiao’s words, and then gave Nanzhi a bamboo tube of water to drink.

After consuming the warm water, Nanzhi finally felt slightly better.

This was the eighth day; there was only one day left, the ultimate day.

"Zhiyu, is there a moon tonight?" Nanzhi’s eyes were clouded by a thin layer of fog and lacked their usual sparkle.

Hearing her question, the little boy hurriedly opened the small window. Seeing that the sky was pitch black, he shook his head.

"Mother, there’s no moon tonight."

"Good."

Nanzhi smiled and nodded, saying no more.

"The moon is the brightest on the 15th day;" she thought, "wonder if I could still see it tomorrow."

At that moment, it seemed as if she had exhausted all her strength, tilting her head and falling back to sleep.

The suddenness of her movement startled Shen Zhiyu, who, upon feeling her breath, wiped away his tears.

He was a young lad, he shouldn’t cry. His mother was merely resting, just resting. She would be better tomorrow, she would surely be better by tomorrow.

Shen Miaomiao traveled deep into the night, only stopping the mule cart when exhaustion overcame her.

She rubbed her sore buttocks and stiff lower back, then munched onto a piece of Black Pancake, choking up after a few bites.

Why hadn’t her mum and dad found her after eight days?

What should she do about Sister Nanzhi’s illness?

She had examined the small medicine bag found in the cart, but could only find a small packet of medicine for common cold. It was of no use to Nanzhi, even after she had taken it.

Shen Miaomiao wiped away her tears fiercely, quickly finishing the pancake before gulping down half a tube of water. She then climbed into the cart.

Nanzhi lay inside with her eyes tightly closed. Her face was pale, making her sunken cheekbones, deflated eye sockets and chapped lips all the more frightening.

Zhiyu was also lying next to her, his small hands clinging tightly to her, as if afraid that Nanzhi might leave him.

After stretching her stiff limbs, Shen Miaomiao wrapped herself in a thick cloak and shut her eyes.

She had to start traveling early tomorrow. As long as she found a village with a doctor, everything would be fine.

Nanzhi would get better.

The mule jolted as if uneasy, whilst the three human occupants were deep in slumber.

Shen Wenchen was galloping on his horse, the cold wind whipping against his face and leaving no room for fatigue.

He had to get to Yan City, to find Zhiyu and the others.

At this point, Lin Yicheng was leading their way with the mule cart.

They had waited on the hill’s slope for a day, but the flood showed no sign of stopping.

Eventually, they had no choice but to detour. Although they had been traveling for eight days, they had not found any trace of them.

The thought that they might have been swept away by the flood silenced them all.

"They won’t be," Sun Cui, cradling her child, spoke amidst the hush. "Miaomiao is blessed. She will be safe."

She trusted Miaomiao, if it hadn’t been for Miaomiao’s pre-warning, they all would have perished in the earthquake. As disastrous as the earthquake was, Miaomiao had dreamed of it. This was merely a flood – she would definitely be unharmed.

Following Sun Cui’s lead, Chen Qiulan nodded as if agreeing, "Miaomiao will definitely be safe. They might be looking for us as we are looking for them. We must press on and find them."

Her mother-in-law, her eyes red-rimmed, felt an ache in her heart. Hearing Qiulan and Cui mention them, she dried her tears.

Of course, her Miaomiao was so capable, she would be safe.

As long as they kept walking, they would surely encounter them.

Aunt Guihua harbored the same worry.

Miaomiao would surely be alright.

One by one, they all made a firm resolution. They would rest early and continue their travels at first light the next morning. They believed they would definitely find them.

A young man dashed through the forest, his face mirroring utmost despair.

He needed to speed up!