2224 Never Changing
The carriage quickly picked up speed and departed.
The shopkeeper ran after them for a bit before stroking his beard and praising the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit in Guan Yibo's hands. "As expected of a divine-rank medicine. Miss, quickly store it in this jade box. You must not let the medicinal effects dissipate."
"Thank you, Shopkeeper." Guan Yibo bowed gratefully toward the shopkeeper and placed the blood-clotting cinnabar fruit, which was still warm with the scent of fresh dirt, into the jade box.
"Miss, could you allow this old man to appraise the panacea inside this small medicinal bottle?"
"Shopkeeper, please." Guan Yibo handed the medicinal bottle over to the old shopkeeper, who took it with both hands.
When the shopkeeper unplugged the bottle, everybody smelled a medicinal fragrance wafting through the air that instantly refreshed their minds.
The shopkeeper's expression turned solemn, and he carefully poured out a pill. He nodded repeatedly as he examined it, evaluating, "A healing medicine that treats both internal and external injuries. Consuming one pill will heal all one's internal injuries, while crumbling it into powder and applying it externally will heal all one's external injuries."
"Even though it is only a black-rank pill, its effects are hundreds, thousands of times better than an ordinary black-rank pill. It is not exaggerating to call it a heaven-rank pill!"
"Miss, quickly put it away and hurry back home to cure your mother." The shopkeeper hastily put the medicine back into the bottle and urged her to leave quickly.
Guan Yibo nodded emotionally with an "mhm." She thanked the shopkeeper and then quickly ran back home.
"This miss truly is extraordinarily lucky." The shopkeeper nodded with a smile. Upon turning around, he saw their young sir look coldly into the distance with a frosty atmosphere around him. His heart jolted inexplicably.
The young sir had been fine just earlier. How come he was like this now?
Young Sir Ding did not say a word and walked back into the pharmacy. His slender back figure seemed rather lonely.
The shopkeeper was afraid to say anything to trigger the young sir's bad mood. He quickly followed him inside and opened up shop for business.
From far away, the shopkeeper heard a muffled sound from a pillar in the corridor. He was surprised when he indistinctly heard the young sir murmur, "Is he… that good?"
He? The shopkeeper feared to ask, and so he busied himself calling the shop assistants to get to work.
***
Inside the carriage, Qiao Mu leaned against the window and looked at the drifting snow outside. She propped her cheek on one hand and stretched the other outside to catch a lustrous snowflake.
When she pulled her hand back inside, she had morphed this snowflake into a transparent hexagonal ice crystal.
"Alright, stop playing. Come over and drink some hot tea." Mo Lian looked at her helplessly. He lifted her into his lap and put a warm cup of tea into her hands.
"Qiaoqiao, did you recall your bad nightmares just now?"
Qiao Mu nodded slowly while holding that toasty cup of tea. "The me back then had wished that a savior could appear in my life and give me a helping hand."
Unfortunately, even until the day she died, she was still alone…
Mo Lian looked at her with a deep gaze and smiled. "You don't need one now. Our future is in our own hands, isn't it."
"Yes." Qiao Mu put her warm hand on his face. She blinked and said, "Mo Lian, that day when I said I like you. I truly meant it from the bottom of my heart."
"I know." Mo Lian chuckled as he grasped her hand and put it to his lips. He kissed it gently. "Qiaoqiao, I also like you. These feelings will never change till the end of time."
