"This bowl of medicine has a very complex composition. I can't learn much from smell alone." Lin Youxie put the bowl of medicine into her Storage Box. "I'll take it back and study it more thoroughly."
Jiang Wang naturally trusted Lin Youxie's judgment.
He could hardly forget the sight of Lin Youxie quietly grinding medicine. The way she calmly endured pain was, in some ways, rather like Jiang Wuqi. Lin Youxie could make her own medicine to suppress her Terror Phobia, so of course she had studied medicine extensively.
Zheng Shangming didn't seem surprised, either. He let Lin Youxie put the bowl of medicine away without voicing an opinion. He merely swept the study with a cautious gaze.
Jiang Wang stood by the doorway. Behind him was the daylight, hardly brilliant; before him were two Green Badge Constables, each busy with their own task.
The study was silent, yet it had its own language, one that described the movements of a heaven-born genius.
Everyone who visited tried to find that special language and communicate with the study.
Jiang Wang included.
His gaze fell on the two Green Badges, but his thoughts had drifted. In an instant, many things crossed his mind.
Since he had taken a piece of calligraphy and a book from this room that day, Jiang Wuqi's three-day funeral had taken place.
The study truly hadn't changed at all.
It was as if no one had entered during all those intervening days.
He couldn't help wondering...
Had Feng Gu simply been mourning Jiang Wuqi and didn't want to disturb the way he'd left things, or did he want to leave something behind?
If they found anything interesting in this study,
would it have been left by Jiang Wuqi, or by Feng Gu?
"Feng Gu killed himself."
Lin Youxie's