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.,She tucked what was in her hands into her sleeve and looked back up at the hillside. Su Yunduo was still there, hiding things. Later, she would try to persuade Ningshi to go to the county town tomorrow. The things hidden on that hillside could bring some much-needed supplies to their impoverished home. A glimmer of hope flashed in Su Yunduo's heart.。