Ni Kang finally staggered away.
Shen Hua was leaning against the window, eating snacks. Watching his departing silhouette, one could glimpse his deeply etched life experiences.
Yicui, still terrified, with her eyes swollen like walnut kernels, approached with medicine in hand.
"I'm really worried."
"What is the young lady worried about?"
Shen Hua, with a calm profile: "I'm not dead, and Doctor Ni is probably going to be frustrated to death."
Such words were indeed ominous.
She picked up the medicine, tilted her head back, and drank it down, exposing a neck as white as jade.
She was merely drunk once, yet it felt as though several days had passed. Recalling the events of her coming-of-age ceremony, it all seemed somewhat surreal.
Shen Hua remembered something.
"Where is that hairpin?"
"The servant will retrieve it now."
Soon, Yicui advanced holding a golden hairpin, the very one You Qing had given her on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony.
