"Wait!" Xiao Yan called out, stopping Qing Lin.
"Miss Xiao Yan, what can I do for you?" Qing Lin immediately turned around and asked respectfully.
"...Nothing. Go on with your work." Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking.
The fact that Qing Lin had a special constitution yet was merely a maid already said a great deal.
First, her constitution definitely had not awakened yet.
Second, that unknown special constitution either had a "Day of Woe," like the Woeful Poison Body, or had a less-than-pleasant origin.
Of course, there was another possibility: Qing Lin herself knew nothing about what made her special.
Still, Xiao Yan felt the former possibilities were more likely.
To avoid unwittingly tearing open Qing Lin's old wounds, Xiao Yan decided to take things slowly and wait until she had learned more from Apothecary before making a decision.
If Qing Lin really did have a special constitution, she would not mind raising the girl's affection toward her-not that kind of affection.
After all, Xiao Yan might have had somewhat crooked inclinations, but she had no intention of venturing into "heavy industry."
Judging by the girl's demeanor, winning Qing Lin over would probably be even easier than winning over Xiao Yi Xian. If she could easily fool...pah, recruit a high-level fighter, there was no reason to pass up the opportunity.
Besides, if it really worked out, they would be helping each other succeed, so Xiao Yan would not suffer too many pangs of conscience over "hoodwinking" someone.
Of course, if she had encountered an ordinary maid, their relationship would probably have amounted to no more than a few passing encounters.
This world was brutally realistic. If someone had neither ties to her nor any value to offer, well, her money had not blown in on the wind.