Ran Yan paused slightly, this voice, it seemed familiar...
"Brother." The youth turned his head, a mix of respect and awe audible in his voice.
"I'm heading back first," the cold voice declared.
That's right! Ran Yan suddenly remembered, it was the Purple Bamboo Umbrella! It was the pharmacist from the Su family who lent her the umbrella that day.
"Brother, aren't you coming home? Mother..." The young man's voice was urgent, but recalling the presence of others nearby, he swallowed the rest of his words.
The pharmacist from the Su family didn't reply, merely pausing for a moment before turning to leave. The wind brushed the drooping branches, fleetingly revealing half of his profile; a straight nose, lips neither thick nor thin, each curve as if chiseled with precision, devoid of any flaw.
Su Jingze's mood seemed to worsen; he didn't bother looking for any maids and followed in the direction the pharmacist had gone, "Brother, listen to me..."
