Qin Chuxia and Qin Churan leaned over the stone table, staring curiously at the pile of dark pills.
The pills looked utterly ordinary, without any sheen, and were even a little rough.
They were nothing like the radiant, ethereal elixirs the sisters had imagined.
Qin Chuxia was the first to murmur, "Chen Lin, can these... really keep us looking the same for twenty years?"
Her voice was full of doubt.
Qin Churan said nothing, but the uncertainty in her expression was impossible to hide.
Chen Lin saw right through them, a hint of amusement crossing his face.
Instead of answering directly, he gave them a deliberately mysterious smile.
"These are only for people who believe in them."
He turned his hand over and grasped at the air.
Five white jade bottles appeared in his palm out of nowhere.
Qin Chuxia's mouth opened, closed, then opened again.
Qin Churan's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively took half a step back-a reflex developed over years in the criminal police.
Chen Lin gave them no time to process it.
He placed twenty-six Youth-Locking Pills into three jade bottles.
The remaining six went into two bottles, three in each.
He handed one bottle to each of them.
"Three each." His tone was casual, yet brooked no refusal. "Give them away or take them yourselves. That's none of my business."
Qin Chuxia's hand trembled as she took the jade bottle.
The next second, she rose onto her toes and planted a smacking kiss on Chen Lin's cheek.
"Thank you, Chen Lin! You're the best!"
She spoke sweetly, cradling the jade bottle as though it were her own child.
Qin Churan stood where she was, gripping the white jade bottle.
Her fingertips stroked its surface.
The bottle was cool, with jade's smooth, mellow feel.
She lowered