Chapter 51
When Wang Jiazhi came home from school, the corridor was filled with a pungent smell of medicine.
She sighed in her heart: "This is crazy love."
When I entered the house, there was still a strong smell of medicine.
She gathered up the clothes hanging on the balcony, fearing they would pick up the smell. The painting had completely dried, having just been oiled. Wang Jiazhi hurriedly put it away, as if oil paintings could also pick up the smell.
As Xiaoshuang entered the room, he shouted, picked up a book and started fanning himself around the room.
Xiao Shuang said, "This kind of love brings disaster to innocent people."
Huang Liju's boyfriend's family wanted to help him with his health and sent him a prescription. Huang Liju was in charge of picking the herbs and boiling them. While the pharmacy could have boiled the herbs, her boyfriend insisted she do it herself, saying he was worried about the poor quality of the herbs elsewhere. So she started boiling the herbs in her dorm room.
The corridor was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine.
It’s strange to say, no matter how bad the smell of Chinese medicine is, it’s not as pungent as this. Everyone said that they didn’t know where this unreliable prescription came from.
Since fires weren't allowed in the dormitories, Huang Liju had to bribe the dorm supervisor again. To express their apology, every dorm on the floor gave a gift. No one could say anything more.
Xiao Shuang said, "Huang Liju is a kind person, but her taste is so hard to describe." Then she laughed, "When she went to give gifts, every dormitory said that her boyfriend was weak and needed to boil Chinese medicine to replenish his body. Please forgive her." After that, she chuckled.
Wang Jiazhi was drinking water and almost choked when she heard this.
Xiao Shuang said, "If her boyfriend knew about this, he probably wouldn't let her off."
Wang Jiazhi remembered that he sometimes took Chinese medicine, which Mrs. Yi said was for nourishment. He sometimes smelled of herbs, which was quite pleasant. He was also very comfortable to hold and helped him sleep.
She still didn't know what weakness really meant. If cold hands and feet were considered weakness, then she also had cold hands and feet from not sleeping in a warm bed, yet she was stronger and less susceptible to illness than those with warm hands and feet. His hands and feet were mostly warm, though sometimes they were cold due to fear. He looked exhausted and sleep-deprived, making him seem weak, but he didn't feel weak at that moment.
She lay on the bed, chatting with Xiaoshuang in a random manner.
Thinking of lying in your arms, smelling the cool scent of herbs, and listening to your heartbeat, I feel so comfortable and at peace.
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