"Miss, it's time to get up and drink the medicine."

In the blur again, the old voice appeared in my ears.

This was followed by a foul smell of medicine that entered her nostrils.

The light in the room had dimmed, and the windows were no longer bright white, but a dim gray-black.

"It's dark...... The book that was still on the desk had already been put away and stacked on top of the other books.

The porcelain bowl with pear soup that had been broken not long ago because of an unbearable cough had also been cleaned up.

The silhouette of the rickety appeared in the black room.

"Miss, this is the medicine that the doctor told you, drink it while it's hot, if it's cold, I'm afraid the medicine will be bad." The old woman only put the medicine on the side of the bed, reached out to help Ritsuko, and stuffed a pillow into her back so that she could lean on it more comfortably.

After that, the old woman walked out of the door, "The house is dark, and the old man will come back after lighting the oil lamp." ”

The medicinal soup was pitch black, and there was no light in the day, but it looked more like an abyss, trying to suck consciousness into the darkness.

The closer she got, the bitter taste of the medicinal soup became stronger, and it also cleared her mind.

Ritsuko's eyebrows tightened, she didn't like the taste of the medicinal soup, but at this moment, she could only close her eyes, pinch her nose, and pour this large bowl of medicine into her mouth before the next cough came.

The disgusting taste continued to spread on the tip of the tongue, and the feeling of being scratched in the throat came back again.

"Ahem...... Ahem. ”

The bowl in Ritsuko's hand fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it steadily.

Is it the crisp cracking sound that masks the coughing sound, or does the coughing sound drown out the broken bowl?

Ritsuko can't tell the difference anymore.

There had never been a time in her memory that it would be as uncomfortable as it was now.

"Miss, hang this on the head of the bed." A pleasant fragrance wafted in from outside the room with the sound of the door opening, washing away the smell of medicine everywhere.

The dim yellow light also filled the room inch by inch.

"This is...... Sachet? Ritsuko's gaze followed that it was a red sac embroidered with a few peach blossoms, and it was stuffed inside.

"This is what the doctor gave to the old body before leaving, saying that this fragrance can relieve the discomfort in your throat and let the old body hang by your bedside."

The old woman carefully walked around the fragments of the porcelain bowl on the ground and hung the sachet on the bed on tiptoe.

Smelling the smell of the sachet, Ritsuko's throat was indeed much more comfortable than before.

"This sachet has a miraculous effect."

"It's a blessing to make it less uncomfortable for you."

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ritsuko always felt that after smelling the sachet, there was a little strength on her body, watching the old woman bend over to pick up the pieces, thinking about getting out of bed to help her, "Grandma, I'll help you pick it up together." ”

"That's not good, Miss, your body is just getting better, how can you do this kind of work? It's going to hurt your hands, so it's better to let the old body come. The old woman used her wide back to block Ritsuko's body as she wanted to get out of bed.

"But grandma, you are always alone, it's too hard, and I can help you work together."

"Don't say anything about hard work, the old body is enjoying it, miss, as long as you take care of your body now, it will be better than anything else."

Just as she spoke, the old woman had already straightened up, and all the bowl fragments that fell on the ground were lying in the palm of her hand, "The old body is preparing dinner now, Miss has to eat a little lighter today, before that, Miss will rest in the room first." ”

The old woman didn't look back at Ritsuko, but staggered out of the door slowly.

It was only for a moment that Ritsuko caught a glimpse of the old woman's foot still in the room, and on the instep was a fragment of a pierced porcelain bowl, but there was no trace of blood oozing from the surrounding of the cloth shoe.

"Ah ......"

In the blink of an eye, the door was closed, leaving no trace of blood on the ground.

Is it a delusion?