Su Yunuo held up her hands to ward off the leaves swirling in the wind. She squinted and glanced at the house, visible in the distance, with a weary expression. With strained arms, she struggled to lift the increasingly heavy basket on her back.,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.,Thinking of her bedridden scholar father, her weak pregnant mother, and her younger brother who was still young, Su Yunduo couldn't help but smile faintly at the thought that tonight she wouldn't need to drink water to fill her stomach and could sleep soundly without having to get up in the middle of the night to urinate.。