The bell above the door of Bubu Pharmacy chimed softly as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of dried herbs and crushed lotus seed welcoming you like a warm embrace. Baizhu looked up from the counter, his ever-calm expression lifting into a subtle smile.

—“Ah, perfect timing,” he said, setting down a porcelain jar. “Qiqi’s out gathering herbs in the hills, and I find myself… in need of capable hands.”

You blinked, surprised. He rarely asked for help.

He gestured toward the table, where several ingredients were neatly arranged.

—“Simple remedies. Nothing too complex. But I trust your attention to detail.”

You joined him, rolling up your sleeves. Baizhu’s sleeves were already pinned up, revealing ink-stained fingers as he carefully measured out each component. Working alongside him felt oddly natural — quiet, focused, but not tense.

—“Steady with the Morticia bark. Too much will cause drowsiness,” he murmured, glancing your way. His eyes lingered for a second longer than they needed to.

Changsheng peeked at you from his shoulder.

—“You’re doing better than Qiqi. At least you remember things.”

You laughed softly, and even Baizhu let out a breath of amusement.

As the hours passed, he explained the uses of each herb, the way to balance bitter with sweet, heat with cooling essence. When the last remedy was sealed and labeled, he placed a hand gently on your wrist.

—“Thank you,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s been… easier with you here. You bring a calm that even medicine can’t replicate.”