Qu Xiao spent her holidays sequestered in the Chinese Medicine Hall, pouring through large tomes and ancient texts searching for treatment methods for leg conditions.
On the occasions Shang Yan wrapped up his work ahead of time, he would pick her up and send her home.
Qu Xiao eyed the pot of medicinal soup, watching it bubble and foam. She turned around, sharing a smile with Shang Yan, who was soaking his feet. They shared a tacit understanding that needed no words to communicate their thoughts.
Suddenly, a noisy noise came from outside the pharmacy. A young man rushed in with an old woman who looked like she was on her last breath. "Quick! I beg you to save my grandmother. She is dying!" Qu Xiao frowned and gave the old woman a once over; she did not respond immediately.
The boss of the establishment thought that they were looking for trouble. Grabbing his broom, he rushed toward them, wanting to chase them out the door.
