"Sixteen is the most beautiful age. You still have a bright future..."
Little Xin Sister comforted her gently. "Get some proper rest after you go back... Don't overthink it. Giving up your life for him would be far too foolish."
Gu Shen remembered this girl. Her name was Qu Shui. It was a lovely name, much like the person herself—a quiet, delicate young girl.
Yet her wrists were covered in gruesome scars of varying depths.
"Mm..."
Qu Shui shrank back slightly, using her sleeve to cover her forearm as she murmured softly, "Doctor Zhou... if things don't get better... can I come again?"
"Of course." Zhou Yexin smiled.
Having received that answer, Qu Shui smiled softly.
Gu Shen noticed that the girl was still curled up, her face pale, both hands cupping a glass of hot water without any sign of getting up.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No... it's just getting a little late..."
Qu Shui's voice grew quieter and quieter, and she did not dare raise her head. "I'm... a little scared to walk alone at night..."
"Do you need me to take you home?" Gu Shen asked.
Qu Shui did not answer. She only lowered her head further.
"I'll do it instead."
Zhou Yexin put on her coat and instructed, "Little Gu, there probably won't be any more visitors... We're done for today. Clean up later, then you can close up."
Gu Shen nodded. Smiling, he said, "Alright. Little Xin Sister, be careful on the way."
After watching the two leave.
Gu Shen narrowed his eyes.
Leaning against the wall, he reached up and touched his forehead. When he had pushed open the door... it had seemed as though a trace of scorching heat had ignited between his brows.
This happened every time he practiced the