Long Xinghe stood up and gave Murong Yu a formal bow. "I've seen the lady."
Murong Yu smiled. "We are all family here, there is no need for such formalities."
Jiang Tao hurriedly poured her a cup of tea, then stepped aside, silent.
Murong Yu took a seat at the table and looked at Long Xinghe.
Long Xinghe also seated herself with a relaxed grace, devoid of the reticence or pettiness common to young girls.
Indeed, she was a forthright and cheerful young lady.
"Have you met Wuya?"
"Madam, please rest assured, Wuya does not know who I am. Jiang Tao told him I'm an old lady named Jiang, brought back by you to specially prepare his medicine," Long Xinghe replied.
"Good, I understand," Murong Yu nodded, her gaze resting on Long Xinghe's face, her smile gradually fading.
"There might not be a way..." However, the injury was too severe, disfigured to such an extent, it would be too difficult to restore her former appearance.
