In the late afternoon, Baizhu was busy chopping herbs, humming softly and clearly enjoying the process while Changsheng slept in the corner of the table

Such moments could be found in a secluded moment in a pharmacy. It have always been filled with warmth and freshness, very different from the hustle and bustle that reigns here during the day

Changsheng stirred. She must have been dreaming, or she must have half-felt something. Muttering quiet and incoherent, she continued to sleep peacefully.