With Ye Qingxian gone, the little cave abode fell quiet once more.
At last, my emotions had more or less settled.
As she left, Ye Qingxian had kept her eyes fixed on mine.
But I'd practically pushed her out the door.
She had seemed on the verge of saying something, as if a thousand words were trapped on her tongue. In the end, with a complicated look in her eyes, she buried her worry deep inside.
"Junior Sister, whatever's going on, you have to remember to tell me."
"I know. How could I not know who really cares about me?"
I had no idea which words had struck a chord in Ye Qingxian.
Too late now, but every thought answered by a kindred heart had stirred countless emotions in Ye Qingxian, even after she'd lost her affection thread. In the end, though, she'd still fallen prey to the gap left behind by its absence.
She took a piece of paper from her robes, holding it with great care, then slipped it into my little hand.
"Junior Sister, I'll read the prescription to you. When you get back, brew it and drink it. You'll need to keep drinking it for a while to ease the coldness in your womb."
Hearing the tenderness growing in Ye Qingxian's voice, I found myself walking more lightly and slowly, without even realizing it.
"Is that all?" I almost instinctively lifted my head, letting Ye Qingxian see my brightest, biggest eyes.
Ye Qingxian found the gesture familiar. It was completely instinctive, yet her heart grew inexplicably heavy.
Because—
At that moment, in those beautiful eyes, she saw only a blurry, lifeless haze.
But Junior Sister still thought her eyes were the prettiest.
She wanted to show everyone the most beautiful side of herself.
How could that