After leaving the abandoned factory, Jun Wangchen figured Xu Youyue would be taking the old nun home, so he did not go over to disturb them. He took the subway, chose a seat by the window, and headed back to Jinling University.
"Waaah! Waaah! Waaah!"
In the seat beside Jun Wangchen, a woman wearing a face mask held a baby whose incessant crying made quite a few passengers frown.
Jun Wangchen looked at the baby in the masked woman's arms, then at the woman herself. Something felt wrong.
When the masked woman noticed Jun Wangchen staring at her, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
"Sorry, the baby's not even five months old yet and is still quite fussy. I feel terrible about disturbing everyone."
"It's all right. It's perfectly normal for babies to cry." The passengers all expressed their understanding.
Only Jun Wangchen narrowed his eyes, an odd look flashing across his face.
"Ma'am, are you heading home?"
"Yes. I haven't been home in a long time." The masked woman gave a nervous smile, then fed the baby a few sips of water. Before long, the baby quieted down.
"So the baby was thirsty." A woman in the seat ahead turned and smiled, offering some advice. "If a baby keeps crying, something might be wrong physically. Don't dismiss how they feel just because they're little. Take the baby to a hospital when you have time."
"Yes, of course." The masked woman nodded, a trace of gratitude crossing her face.
With the baby quiet, silence returned to the carriage, broken only by occasional conversations about the latest popular movies.
What no one noticed was the coldness filling Jun Wangchen's eyes.
As the inheritor of Zhang Zhongjing's legacy, he was extremely sensitive to the scent of