It's good to exchange marriages. My sister eats coarse food while I wear gold and silver.

"I..." Lu Sui sighed, his lifeless eyes fixed on the ceiling, "I don't know."

"I remember when I was a kid and just started to identify herbs with my uncle, I always identified the wrong ones because I didn't know many words and some herbs looked similar. My uncle had a bad temper and once I identified the wrong one, he would scold me and slap my hands. After a few times, whenever I saw my uncle, I would start to tremble, have stomachaches, and vomit."

Lu Sui looked at Yuan Buwei in surprise: "Don't you have a good relationship with Yaowang Valley? How did you go through all this?"

"Don't worry, just listen to me."

"Who, who is worried about you?" Lu Sui was furious. Why did Yuan Buwei always misunderstand what he meant?

"Okay, okay, then I'll continue." Yuan Buwei smiled slyly, cleared her throat and said, "The attentive senior brother noticed that something was wrong with me, but I didn't dare tell him, for fear that he would think I was being hypocritical and deliberately avoiding the topic. Until that day in class, I was hit hard on the palm of my hand by my uncle in front of everyone because I identified the wrong herb. I was also punished to kneel down and not given any food. At that moment, I couldn't hold back my pent-up emotions any more. I burst into tears on the spot and said I didn't want to live anymore and wanted to die. Before anyone could react, I ran straight to the cold pond and jumped in."

Lu Sui's pupils were shocked, and his voice was trembling: "How old were you at that time? Why did you jump into the cold pond?"

"Seven years old." Yuan Buwei continued, "When everyone reacted, they screamed and ran towards the cold pond. Just when I was about to sink to the bottom of the cold pond, I was pulled out by the eldest brother. Because I was the master's last disciple, he soon found out about it. After asking about what happened, the master brought his uncle to visit me while I was sick."

"Then what?" Lu Sui asked hurriedly when he saw Yuan Buwei pause, his curiosity was aroused.

"When I saw my uncle-shi and thought about how he punished me, I started to feel uncomfortable again. I screamed and threw everything I could around me. Finally, I passed out gloriously."

"W-what?" Lu Sui's jaw dropped. "You, you have a really bad temper, don't you?"

“No.” Yuan Buwei shook her head. “I was terrified. I was too young at the time, so I don’t know how to describe it. Anyway, I had trouble breathing when I saw my uncle. I felt like he was a ghost who wanted to take my life. Later, I learned a word from my senior sister that can explain this phenomenon.”

"What word?"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder." Seeing Lu Sui's confused look, Yuan Buwei explained, "Since I was old enough to understand, I knew why I ended up in Medicine King Valley. I was too young at that time, and because I was the master's last disciple, the brothers and sisters were polite to me at first. Whenever they gathered together to have fun and laugh, I listened to their laughter and practiced calligraphy silently in the room. At that time, I thought I was being excluded by them, so I was in a bad mood. In addition, my uncle used to teach his disciples in this way. He treated me equally, but ignored my emotions and my feelings. There was no one around me to talk to, and I didn't want to cause trouble for the master, for fear that he would drive me out of Medicine King Valley, and then I would really have no home."

Her voice gradually slowed down, and Lu Sui listened so carefully that he didn't even notice that his brows were tightly furrowed.

"So I felt that as long as I died, everything would be over. I wouldn't have to identify the troublesome herbs and remember their uses one by one. I wouldn't have to accept the different looks from my senior brothers and sisters when I was beaten by my uncle. To put it bluntly, I was completely immersed in my own emotions at that time. Everything I saw was negative. Even a beautiful flower, I couldn't see its color."

Yuan Buwei smiled softly: "When I told Master these words, he stood up and pulled Uncle Master in, asking him to apologize to me."

"My uncle was only in his thirties. He cried and wailed when Master beat him. He had no idea what I was thinking. He just thought I was very dedicated and that I was Master's last disciple, shouldering the future of Medicine King Valley. So he was stricter with me than with my brothers and sisters. As for why they didn't take me out to play, it was also his request. He thought they only knew how to play and were afraid of corrupting me. My brothers and sisters also saw that I had a stern face all day and looked like I was keeping people at a distance. In addition, with my uncle's instructions, they didn't dare to approach me, so they were polite to me."

"In other words, this is a misunderstanding, but your uncle has already hurt you."

"You are right. The damage was indeed done. But Master beat my uncle like this when he was a child, so he treated every disciple like this. My brothers and sisters also thought it was right. It was not until they met me that they realized that beating and scolding can be used to educate the disciples in the valley, but it is not the most effective method. Master then called the two uncles together and discussed in detail how to educate the disciples in the valley. Male and female disciples should be taught in different ways."

"It seems that your master is quite good to you."

"Because I was ready to die, and the cold pond was so piercing that even an adult who jumped in and came out immediately would have his internal organs corroded by the cold. I was only seven years old at the time, and it took me half a year to get out of bed and walk. But I was left with a problem of cold hands and feet in winter, and even exercise and medication were of no use."

This was also the biggest reason why my health deteriorated after I caught a cold in my previous life.

Yuan Buwei stretched out two fingers and put them close to Lu Sui's neck. He shivered from the cold: "You..."

"Your body temperature is also a little lower than that of ordinary people, so every time I give you a massage, I soak my hands in hot water first and then rub them to warm them up, just to prevent you from freezing." Yuan Buwei saw Lu Sui staring at her blankly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "I tell you this, on the one hand, I want you to understand me better, and on the other hand, I want you to know that what your father-in-law said was just his own words. You and him lack communication, so he probably doesn't know what you think, so why should you care about what he says?"

"Who said I care what he says?"

"Then why are you sulking alone?" Yuan Buwei asked back, making Lu Sui angry again, "Look, you're angry again. You say you don't care, but you do care in your heart. Otherwise, why would you work so hard at such a young age? In addition to pursuing your own ideals, you also want to be recognized by your father-in-law, right? Senior Brother said that men like to be recognized by their fathers more than women."

"You're wrong. I don't care about his approval. Everything I do is for myself and for my biological mother." Lu Sui's voice choked up when she mentioned her biological mother. "One day, I will cut off all ties with him and draw a clear line."