The issue of Green Emerald Star's ownership was shelved.
They couldn't obtain the medicinal herbs for the plague.
What were the people on Garbage Star supposed to do?
Su Xingye's heart ached as he watched the delicate, fragile Yu Lan. Tears rolled down her cheeks one by one as she wept silently, her soft sobs twisting his heart into knots.
He scrambled to pull her into his arms and comfort her.
"Lanlan, don't cry. We'll help you figure something out. There has to be a way."
"That's right, Lanlan. Don't worry, I've already had people from the Marshal Mansion go out and collect all the useful medicinal herbs on the market to be shipped to Garbage Star."
"Yes, Lanlan, and I'm working on urgent research to see if any other herbs can be used as substitutes. Please don't cry. With so many of us here, we'll find a solution."
