That night, Bai Ruozhu really did prepare the medicine, placing it on the windowsill. She put it into a small clay pot to keep it warm and immersed the covered pot in hot water for insulation.
However, she was a little restless, even somewhat anxious. She made an excuse to herself: if he didn't come soon, the medicine would cool off and its efficacy would be affected. She certainly didn't want to run out in the middle of the night to warm up the medicine for him.
When everyone in the Bai family had gone to bed, there came a soft knock at Bai Ruozhu's rear window. Fearing that he would knock over the medicine pot, Bai Ruozhu quietly went over and opened the window for him.
In the dim light, Jiang Yichun's body was shimmering with stardust, his gaze upon her glittering, as if he outshined even the stars above. Bai Ruozhu's heart involuntarily began to race, and she even forgot to look away.
