The orange light of the river bank dream court shines on the mattress. The woman on the bed is pale, weak and bloodless. Perhaps she has been in the sea for too long and sunshine, and her lips are dry and broken.

A wet cotton stick gently depicts her lip and soothes the dryness of the lip.

"water..."

Her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear it clearly.

Aunt Zhang, standing beside her, was shocked. Her brain was still thinking about what Mu Chudi was talking about and what she needed.

Before she could figure it out, Hawthorne drew a mouthful of water, then printed it directly and...