The two were close, and now he could clearly see why when she looked at him, her eyes were motionless. It was because her eyes were already brimming with fluid, fearing that if she blinked, the lakes of tears in her eyes would burst forth.
Crying? Why was she crying while looking at him? Wasn't that strange? He wasn't a pop idol, just a doctor. Why was she crying looking at him? She came here to sell tea, not to see a doctor, and she certainly didn't need to cry in front of him, a physician.
Wait, let him clarify something—had he heard wrong, was she not here to sell tea but seeking medical help instead?
"Are you a family member of a patient? Or are you ill yourself?"
After her body shivered slightly, it was as if she snapped out of some trance and nodded, "I'm here to find Professor Wei; he said he wanted to get tea leaves."
In the following encounter, she no longer looked at his face.
She wouldn't look at his face anymore, as if it had suddenly become a malignant tumor.
