"Just focus on the diagnosis and don't meddle in other matters."
Rong Jue gave him a reassuring look and turned to leave.
"Father."
Rong Li saw his father's slightly hunched back, realizing how much his father had worried about him, and his eyes moistened.
*
"Come in and close the door."
Lin Qingluo looked him up and down thoroughly, accompanied by a bird and two treasures, as they entered the yard and approached the stone table.
Rong Li's heart trembled, and a chill ran down his back.
Over the past ten years, he had experienced various forms of discrimination, contempt, resentment, and insult.
He thought he had forged a heart of stone and would no longer become self-deprecating in response to the scrutiny of others.
However, the young girl's gaze gave the illusion of seeing through everything.
It made him scared, afraid to meet her eyes.
Lin Qingluo sat down at the stone table and took out a full set of tea-making utensils, skillfully adding tea leaves and brewing tea.
