She stared at Chen Chang Sheng’s eyes and thought that she would have to take more risk by killing him than trusting him.
“Would you keep the secret for me?” she asked.
She and Chen Chang Sheng were enemies, but for no particular reason, she believed in Chen Chang Sheng’s promise. What Chen Chang Sheng wanted was much simpler. Since she started to ask for medicine, the relationship between them was no longer that of enemies, but of a physician and his patient.
As a physician, he obviously had to keep the secret of his patients, so he nodded.
“How should I cure it? Do you want me to diagnose your pulse?”
Mo Yu remembered that he was Taoist Ji’s disciple so she felt a bit more confident in him. Raising her hand and extending it to the front of his eyes, she said, “it’s better if you don’t give medicine.”
Chen Chang Sheng understood why she said this. It was because it was very hard to keep it a secret when there were dregs of decoction. Thinking that this girl who seemed to live a good life was actually living so cautiously as if she was living in the abyss everyday made him disliked her less for no good reason.
He softly placed his finger on her wrist. After a short while, he made his decision. He said, “It’s fine if you don’t take medicine, it’s just going to take longer time.”
Mo Yu felt more relax hearing his words.
“Relax your mind, take a walk more often, eat more porridge of coix seeds, and then…”
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the middle of her eyebrows, the leftover of makeups was already washed off, yet there was still a bit dryness. After hesitating for a while, he said, “some symptoms will be cured naturally after marriage.”
Mo Yu felt a bit surprised, then she realized that her cheeks suddenly turned red while her face looked angry.
She harshly stared at him but she didn’t say anything. She just left.