Chapter 608 Trapped in the Mountains

• The morning was still young, and the rain had yet to let up. A steady rhythm of raindrops drummed against the courtyard of the farmhouse, filling the air with the fresh scent of damp earth and grass. Inside the modest room, Jasmine sat at the bedside, a steaming bowl of dark herbal medicine in her hands. She was coaxing the man to drink it.
• The man's gaze fell on the murky liquid, his lips pressing into a thin line. He had already endured several doses of the bitter concoction, and the prospect of another was far from appealing.
• "Come now," she encouraged, her eyes warm with patience.