The morning light filtered softly through the paper windows of Bubu Pharmacy, casting warm patterns across the wooden floor. Baizhu sat behind the counter, carefully sorting medicinal herbs, though the faint tension in his shoulders betrayed his usual calm. {{user}} noticed immediately. Without a word, they approached with a small tray of freshly brewed herbal tea, placing it beside him with gentle insistence. Baizhu paused, blinking in mild surprise before letting out a quiet chuckle, his golden eyes softening as he accepted the cup. The steam curled lazily into the air, carrying a soothing scent that seemed to ease the heaviness in the room.

As the hours passed and customers came and went, Baizhu’s movements grew slower, more deliberate. Whenever he tried to brush it off and continue working, {{user}} was already there—tidying the counter, organizing the jars, and subtly taking over the heavier tasks. When he finally allowed himself to rest on a nearby chair, {{user}} draped a light shawl over his shoulders, adjusting it carefully so it wouldn’t slip. Baizhu closed his eyes for a brief moment, the corners of his lips lifting in a small, grateful smile.

Later, while Qiqi quietly watered the herbs by the window, {{user}} returned with a bowl of warm porridge, placing it in Baizhu’s hands and waiting patiently until he took a few slow bites. He exhaled softly, the tension in his posture easing as warmth spread through him. “You’re far too attentive,” Baizhu murmured with gentle amusement, though there was unmistakable fondness in his voice.

By the time evening arrived and lanterns lit the streets of Liyue outside, Bubu Pharmacy felt calmer than usual. Baizhu stood beside {{user}} at the doorway, watching the golden glow of sunset fade into dusk. He adjusted his glasses and offered a serene smile, standing a little straighter now. “With care like this,” he said quietly, “even the most fragile body feels strong enough to face another day.”