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After provoking Xia Hua, Leng Yi headed towards the herbal medicine shop. She knew that Aunt Fang would most likely be out buying medicinal herbs in the afternoon and wouldn't be at the herbal medicine shop, so she could sneak in.

Poison, huh? Then she'll secretly concoct poison and kill all those damned bastards.

Aunt Fang was indeed not there, and Leng Yi slipped in and bolted the door. Looking at the dazzling array of medicine cabinets, she took out all the highly poisonous herbs based on her knowledge: Gelsemium elegans, Gelsemium elegans, Strychnos nux-vomica, Realgar... Then she took out Aunt Fang's prescriptions and searched for the poison formulas one by one. After searching for a while without success, she decided to grind some poison into powder for later use.

Just as she was about to turn around, her back seemed to freeze, and she felt a gaze fixed on her. A cold sweat instantly broke out on her back. She didn't think she'd heard anyone knocking. Why was someone there?

Could someone be resting in a guest room? Damn it, she should have checked the guest room beforehand.

What can she do now? If someone sees her picking through poisonous plants and reports it to Mother Hu, her fate will be grim.

Leng Yi, feeling utterly overwhelmed, suddenly snapped back to reality, as if drenched in a downpour. She considered another possibility: it could be him who was here.

She turned her head stiffly, and the old friend appeared before her eyes, his shadow both hazy and clear. The dust in the air flowed like a slowly moving river, painting a picture of the passing years.

The evening breeze welcomes the new swallows to their nests, while the setting sun shines on familiar faces.

The boy in black robes and with black hair was as thin as bamboo. He had grown much taller, probably half a head taller than Leng Yi. In the past four years, Leng Yi had grown to four feet six inches, while he was probably five feet tall, enough for him to look down at her. For some reason, his long, slender eyebrows and eyes were melancholy and cold, and just one glance from him made Leng Yi's heart tremble.

Yin Jiu's appearance was not much different from four years ago, but he was obviously taller, stronger and more heroic. He had lost that sickly air and was so handsome that people could hardly bear to look at him.

He got better, but I didn't.

Leng Yi couldn't look him in the eye. Despite her joy at their sudden reunion, she felt inexplicably uneasy in his presence.

"Yin Jiu? You're back..."

Yin Jiu smiled brightly, her long, slender eyebrows curving into crescent moons. Even the deepest eyes shone with sunshine when she smiled, and Leng Yi's heart fluttered again under that ray of sunlight.

The boy, taller than her, enveloped her. Yin Jiu hugged her. Leng Yi flinched in shock, but the familiar scent of herbs filled her nostrils the next moment.

In an instant, all of Leng Yi's unease melted away like snow.

Yin Jiu still carried that clean herbal scent, a familiar aroma that brought her a strong sense of security.

"Yes, I'm back." A slightly excited voice rang in Leng Yi's ear. Yin Jiu suddenly hugged her tightly and buried her head in Leng Yi's neck.

The man's breathing sent chills down Leng Yi's spine. Startled, she pushed Yin Jiu away. Yin Jiu winced in pain, clutching her lower back and looking at Leng Yi with a puzzled and aggrieved expression: "It's been four years since we last met, and we've become so estranged..."

"No, no," Leng Yi hurriedly waved her hands, but she couldn't explain why she was so nervous. Seeing Yin Jiu clutching her waist and abdomen, she asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

"Yes, I injured my waist, so I went back to the herbal medicine shop to treat the wound. I had just taken off my clothes when I heard a sound and found it was you."

"Then let's treat the wound quickly," Leng Yi said anxiously.

"You pushed me just now, and it seems like my wound has reopened," Yin Jiu said, her eyes looking at Leng Yi with a hint of reproach.

Leng Yi felt guilty upon hearing this, and her attention was entirely focused on Yin Jiu's waist. "I didn't mean to. Let me check how the wound is."