Fang Chiyue was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner, holding a handful of silver needles in her hand, quietly arranging medical instruments.
She had sensitive ears, and as soon as Fang Qingyue stepped into the door, she keenly noticed someone coming in.
"Sir, are you here to see a doctor?"
Fang Chiyue's voice was gentle and her tone was still polite, but her eyes were unfocused, with her unique ethereal air.
Fang Qingyue stood at the door, silent for a moment, her lips trembling slightly.
Finally, she called softly, "Chi Yue, it's me."
The silver needle in Fang Chiyue's hand instantly fell on the table, making a crisp sound.
Her body suddenly stiffened, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face, and then her seemingly empty eyes suddenly became moist.
She stood up trembling, almost unable to believe her ears: "Sister... is it you? Really you?"
Fang Qingyue was feeling mixed emotions at this moment. She clenched her teeth tightly and her eyes were red.
She walked forward and gently held Fang Chiyue's hand: "It's me... Chiyue, I'm back."
Hearing this familiar voice, Fang Chiyue could no longer control her inner emotions, and tears instantly welled up and fell down.
She groped in the air with her hands, eagerly grabbed Fang Qingyue's arm, and then gently stroked her face: "Sister...you...what's wrong with you?"
Fang Chiyue's fingertips touched the dirt on Fang Qingyue's face, and she instantly understood something.
She choked and quickly picked up a clean cloth from the table. With trembling hands, she carefully wiped the mud off Fang Qingyue's face.
“Sister, you’ve suffered…where have you been these days?”
"I've been waiting for you, but...but I can't wait for you."
She wiped her tears and murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face, wetting the cloth in her hand.
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