It was still early, but there were already believers going up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha.
Mu Chenshuang was initially in a very irritable mood, but a little girl being held by a lady caught her attention. The little girl was about four or five years old, with a silk scarf wrapped around her head. Her delicate, fair face was exceptionally white, and her clear pupils had a faint pink hue. She was a stunningly beautiful little girl who could be captivated at first glance.
The little girl was startled when she saw Fu Junheng. She excitedly said to her mother, "Mother, look at my big brother, Xiao Jing!"
However, the man's aura was too strong, and he exuded a coldness that kept strangers at bay.
The woman felt guilty and lowered her voice, hurriedly saying, "Xiao Jing, don't talk nonsense."
When the little girl looked up and saw Mu Chenshuang, her big eyes stared straight at her, and she was about to walk past.
The little girl suddenly struggled to get down and walk on her own, so the woman had to bend down and put her down. The little girl walked straight to Mu Chenshuang, looked at her with innocent eyes, and said in a soft, childish voice, "Sister is so pretty, are you a fairy?"
Mu Chenshuang lowered her eyes to the little girl standing in front of her. She didn't really like children, but she didn't know if it was because she was pregnant. However, she liked this little girl very much, especially when she heard her soft and sweet voice. It made her heart melt.
She slowly squatted down, looking at the little girl with gentle eyes, and said with a smile, "Sister is a fairy, so what wish do you want the fairy to grant, hmm?"
Hearing this, the little girl was overjoyed and excitedly said, "Xiao Jing wants to be healthy and doesn't want her mother to cry because of Xiao Jing."
The little girl's mother walked over to her, and judging from her clothes, she seemed to be from a wealthy family.
Before Mu Chenshuang could speak, the woman picked up the little girl and looked at Mu Chenshuang apologetically, saying, "Children speak without thinking, please don't take offense, young lady."
"fine."
"Then we won't disturb you any longer, Miss. Xiao Jing, say goodbye to your sister."
Xiao Jing looked reluctant, but still listened to her mother, "picking up the wildflowers she had picked and offering them to Mu Chenshuang, saying, 'This is for the fairy sister.'"
Mu Chenshuang reached out and took the flowers. "Since I've accepted your flowers, I should grant your wish."
The woman was taken aback. "What do you mean by that, young lady?"
Mu Chenshuang said directly, "I know what illness Xiao Jing has, and I can treat her."
In modern times, this is a disease that any normal person could recognize at a glance: albinism, a genetic disorder.
Mu Chenshuang's words shocked the woman. She looked at her in disbelief. The girl in front of her looked young, but the temperament she exuded was completely different from ordinary people. Just as Xiao Jing said, she was a fairy from heaven, beautiful beyond compare and inviolable.
This reminded her of what the fortune teller had said: Xiao Jing would have a benefactor who would help her grow up safely.
Overwhelmed with emotion at the thought, the woman gently put Xiao Jing down and then suddenly knelt down.
Mu Chenshuang quickly reached out and pulled her up, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."
The woman insisted on kneeling on the ground, pleading, "If you can really cure my daughter, I'll give you anything you want."
Mu Chenshuang bent down and helped her up. "Get up first."
The woman, unable to contain her excitement, hurriedly asked, "Young lady, what's wrong with my daughter? She was born with a full head of white hair and is very sensitive to light. We've consulted many doctors, but none of them know what her symptoms are or how to treat them." As she spoke, the woman's gaze unconsciously drifted to Fu Junheng, who was standing to the side with his hands behind his back, before quickly looking away.
Mu Chenshuang bent down and took Xiao Jing's pulse, then withdrew her hand. She couldn't explain to the woman what a genetic disease was, but simply said, "You don't need to worry too much. Xiao Jing's condition isn't too serious yet. As long as you take good care of her and cooperate with the medication, she will definitely grow up healthy and be just like a normal child."
Xiao Jing currently only has localized albinism, which is not serious. However, if it is not controlled, it will become uncontrollable. Although it cannot be cured or have her appearance changed, she can guarantee that her condition will not worsen.
Upon hearing her words, the woman couldn't hide her joy. "Really? Then please prescribe some medicine, young lady."
"Tell me your address, and I'll have someone deliver the instructions and medication to you."
"good."
The woman gave Mu Chenshuang the address, a house in the suburbs. "My surname is Zhu, and my given name is Yue. May I ask your surname and how I should address you?"
The words were spoken.
Mu Chenshuang's eyes darkened. It was probably just a shared surname. She didn't reveal her real surname, and said, "Chen, the Chen of silence."
"It should be the 'sinking' of 'fish sinking and geese falling,' the girl is indeed as beautiful as the moon hiding and flowers blushing."
Mu Chenshuang smiled and said, "You flatter me, Madam."
Standing to the side, Xiao Jing looked at Fu Junheng with her big, round eyes, then looked up at Mu Chenshuang, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Fairy Sister, is that big brother your husband?"
Mu Chenshuang was taken aback, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment, and said, "No."
When Fu Junheng, who was waiting not far down the steps, heard this denial, although it was true, his heart felt heavy upon hearing it spoken.
Xiao Jing said, "I knew it! Big brother isn't considerate of Fairy Sister at all. He didn't even hold her hand or guide her. What if Fairy Sister falls down?"
Xiao Jing talked more and more, and the woman hurriedly stopped her, telling her to speak less.
After saying goodbye and leaving.
Zhu Yue led Xiao Jing up the mountain to burn incense.
Mu Chenshuang glanced at Fu Junheng, who was standing still with a cold expression, not knowing who he was looking at. This man was indeed not a normal person, his moods were unpredictable. She must have been crazy to have the urge to talk to him.
Just as she walked straight down the steps and passed Fu Junheng, her hand was suddenly grasped, and the man's long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles hooked around her five fingers.
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