Li Yuyu felt very uncomfortable.
She pursed her lips; the bitter and astringent taste that she couldn't quite describe made her furrow her brows into knots.
It smells horrible!
What are they feeding me!
Li Yuyu smelled the familiar ambergris, and her blurred vision gradually cleared. It was a familiar yet strange room, and when she turned her cheek slightly, she saw Yan Xiu's face, which suited her taste perfectly.
"Why are you here?"
Staring at Yan Xiu's pleasing appearance for a moment, she finally reacted.
She had escaped from the Imperial Palace because she wanted to listen to an opera, and came to Qingle Park where she encountered a girl named Xue Yin.
Qingle Park was hers.
Confusion appeared in Li Yuyu's eyes, and it wasn't until the pungent medicinal scent reached her nose that she returned to her senses.
"What are you doing!" Li Yuyu retreated inward, raised her hand to pinch her nose, and said muffled, "It stinks! Get it further away!"
