"But I am interested..."
"Qinghe's skills are inadequate, unable to teach. If you truly are interested, go find a highly skilled doctor to instruct you." The refusal could not have been more evident.
Tao Meijiao looked at Xiao Qinghe's cold expression, his attention entirely focused on the herbs, sparing her not even a single glance.
Thinking back to their first meeting, when he had looked at her with clear astonishment in his eyes, she couldn't believe he was now too miserly to even afford her an extra look.
She had thought that maybe he felt something for her.
But now it seemed that he was merely surprised by her beauty upon first meeting, nothing to do with affection.
Her emotions alternated between joy and sorrow.
She rejoiced in the fact that Xiao Qinghe was not a superficial man who cared only about looks. She worried because he already had Su Qingyue in his heart, and she pondered how she could establish a place for herself there.
