Sweet Fruit (Seven)
A gentleman helps others fulfill their wishes. Since the bride wanted it so badly, I supposed I could count this half-bottle of spirit medicine as my wedding gift.
Fu Qian's movements were so natural and precise that he showed not the slightest hesitation. He had even taken the acceleration and deceleration into account, along with Bride Lady's gestures and grip strength.
By the time she realized what had happened and looked down, the liquid in the bottle had barely rippled. It was as if it had been in her satin-gloved hand all along.
"Happy wedding."
Seeing that she hadn't refused, Fu Qian offered his congratulations with a look of satisfaction.
"You... gave this to me?"
As the old saying went, those who took a gift were at a disadvantage.
Bride Lady, who had been wild-eyed just moments ago, calmed down at an astonishing speed after accepting the present. She examined the object in her hand, looking unsure what to do with it.
"Yes. It's just a little something. It's not much, but I hope you'll accept it."
Fu Qian gave her a sincere look, indicating that she didn't need to refuse.
"This is... the so-called blessed spirit medicine."
There was another brief silence. From what she said next, it was clear that Bride Lady recognized the stuff.
"That's right. A very kind old lady gave it to me. Apparently, if you dab it beneath your nose, it helps you discover more interesting things in the dark. She's also very worried about you."
Fu Qian's reply was much more relaxed.
"Of course, there's no need to worry. When I get back, I'll tell her you found the truth and that you're feeling wonderful."
This time, the silence lasted much longer. Even through the glove, the rigidity of