"Healers treating illnesses is a matter of course." He glanced indifferently at the medical box Lu Tong had placed in the corner and said, "You are a healer too, aren't you aware?"
Lu Tong's heart tightened.
She had never opened that medical box in front of him, nor had she ever mentioned her identity.
"I've seen you taking your own pulse." As if seeing her confusion, the young man offered an explanation.
Lu Tong didn't know what to say and could only respond dryly.
He sorted the newly delivered medicinal herbs with care and said, "You've been living here for half a month, yet I still don't know your name. What is it?"
As the herbs were scattered about, dust danced in the golden sunlight. Perhaps because most of the chill poison in her body had dissolved, Lu Tong even found the cold sunlight somewhat warm.
Her head lowered, the tip of her nose sticking out from her veiled face was damp with a fine sweat due to the warmth, and she said softly, "Seventeen."
