When the paper is dried, it will raise its eyebrows triumphantly, like a kitten showing off its victory, and slightly raise its chin.
But once someone comes in, her expression will revert to its usual cold and gentle demeanor, as if those lively reactions were merely his illusion.
For example, she is actually a very picky eater and also quite lazy.
Sometimes I'd rather go hungry than eat food that requires chewing or peeling.
Outsiders thought she had a small appetite.
Actually, I was just too lazy to speak.
But there is one thing she doesn't find troublesome at all, and she will spend a lot of time doing it, regardless of the cost.
That is to study medicine and poisons.
For this reason, she would try even the strangest herbs herself.
On one occasion, she even broke out in a rash all over her body. Her first action was not to heal herself, but to write down her reaction.
Her bright eyes were like a clear spring flowing over stones—bright, clear, and innocent.
Duan Xingzhi felt that she was very clean.
It is the kind of purity that comes from the soul, untouched by worldly affairs and immersed in one's own inner world.
Most of the time, he would lean against the tree with his arms crossed, quietly watching her.
Once, the old lady next door asked him to help kill a chicken. Looking at his blood-stained hands, he felt a weight in his heart for no reason.
He and she were from two different worlds.
Even without memory, I remain certain.
After that, he deliberately avoided Shen Zhiyi, coldly leaving whenever she approached him.
He also ignored her concern.
Until that day, A-Pan came to find her.
"Dr. Shen, I've got what you wanted," he said, carrying a package. A hearty smile spread across his dark face, and he scratched his head sheepishly, looking at her expectantly. "Would you like to take a look now?"
Shen Zhiyi immediately put down the herbs, washed her hands, and invited him into the house.
"Let's go inside and take a closer look."
"Okay!" Ah Pan excitedly carried the package and followed her into the inner room.
Duan Xingzhi leaned against the tree with a dark expression, watching the two figures disappear into the courtyard below.
With a snap, a tree branch was broken.
He noticed that she was very cold to others, but always had a smile on her face when it came to Ah Pan.
What are they looking at?
Duan Xingzhi frowned, displeasure creeping across his brow, and leaped down from the tree.
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