Ye Xiao looked out the car window as Qiao Si entered a pharmacy by the roadside. Was he feeling unwell? She hadn't noticed.
"Take this."
Back in the car, Qiao Si handed Ye Xiao a pill, holding a bottle of water in his hand.
"I won't take it."
Ye Xiao glanced at the white pill.
She identified the ingredients at a glance. It was a digestion pill, and it was Western medicine—unhealthy ingredients.
For her, it was karma. No medicine would help, and the necessary processes wouldn't be skipped.
Sweets were her karma, and no medicine was effective, not even the Digestion Pill made by the Medicine God.
"Be good, listen, and take the medicine."
Qiao Si's voice was deep and magnetic.
He spread his palm in front of her, with the white pill in the center.
"I said no."
Ye Xiao's face was full of refusal, as taking it would be pointless.
There was no way she would take medicine, not someone like her.
