The autumn wind carried a growing chill as it whistled through the fields. Withered leaves danced in the wind. As Su Yun Duo stepped out of the forest, she was met with a gust of cold wind that sent shivers down her spine.,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.,Before going up the mountain, I had only drunk a bowl of coarse rice porridge that was almost translucent. Luckily, I found some wild fruit in the mountains and ate two to fill my stomach. It finally allowed me to make it to now.。