Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
The little girl looked at her reflection in the mirror, reached out and touched the eyes, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"elder brother……"
She cried for a while, then raised her hand to wipe away her tears.
"Sister, am I not allowed to cry yet?"
"Yes, it's best not to rub your eyes either."
Xiao Qingyin handed her a handkerchief.
The little girl nodded, sniffling.
"Yes, I won't cry. These are my brother's eyes, and I will take good care of them."
Xiao Qingyin felt a lump in her throat as she listened.
The little girl said she wouldn't cry, and she didn't shed a single tear.
She stayed up all night to keep vigil for Shi Ming. The next day, she accompanied the funeral procession arranged by Ning Shi to carry the coffin to the burial site. After the funeral, she returned home.
The Ning family wanted to adopt her as their goddaughter, but she refused.
“My brother donated his arm voluntarily. You don’t owe me anything, so there’s no need for this kind of compensation.”
Ning had no choice but to provide her with a small house with a shop in the front and a room in the back.
Before she could refuse, he said, "This isn't for you, it's for your brother. I think he also wants his sister to have a safe place to live, so she doesn't have to live in fear."
The little girl then accepted it.
She moved into that small house and started selling her homemade incense in the front shop.
With Ning's secret support, the incense shop business flourished, and she lived a stable life.
...
Wei Yan cherished her newly acquired arm very much.
Even though his arms were shiny black, completely different from his skin tone, and his palms were very rough.
During his recovery, he stared at his arm at least several thousand times a day.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the skin on his arms seemed to be getting lighter, and his bones and muscles were becoming thinner.
"Sister Xiao, do my arms look different than when I first had the transplant?"
More than half a month after the transplant, he asked Xiao Qingyin.