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In Xiao Luocheng's clinic, there were hardly any patients left.
Shui Qingyue stood outside, her high heels in hand, feeling utterly drained. Her golden waves of hair hung lazily over her chest, and her pale face was marked by an overwhelming sense of fatigue and weariness.
She was contemplating how to explain the strange face she had seen and her father's sudden death to Xiao Luocheng.
As she watched him busy inside the clinic, a small figure suddenly caught her eye again.
The little girl.
Wasn't it the first time she had seen that burned face on the girl?
Perhaps she could find something from her! Shui Qingyue hurriedly chased after her, holding her high heels.
"Stop right there!" She grabbed the girl's frail shoulder and shouted at her.
All eyes in the clinic turned toward them, including Xiao Luocheng's. Shui Qingyue's abrupt appearance left him somewhat bewildered.
However, he set down the medicine bag he was holding and walked over to her with a gentle demeanor.
"Qingyue, didn't Aunt Lin come to pick you up?" He looked at Shui Qingyue's exhausted face, his warm fingers brushing against her cheek as he spoke softly.
"Get away from me!"
Perhaps it was due to the unexpected events of the past few days that had pushed Shui Qingyue's temper to its limits. The usually gentle and quiet young lady erupted like a volcano, exposing all the grievances she had kept bottled up inside.
"Who are you really? Why are you getting close to me?" She shook off Xiao Luocheng's hand and rushed toward the girl.
She grabbed the girl's thin arms, questioning her frantically. The girl wore a fearful expression and struggled desperately to break free from Shui Qingyue's grip.
"Qingyue, can you calm down a bit? Su Yao is just a child. She lost her parents and relies on selling flowers to survive. Have you forgotten?" Xiao Luocheng stepped forward and forcefully pulled her hand away from the girl named Su Yao.
Shui Qingyue stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face, unsure of why she was crying.
During this time, she had endured too many changes.
Once the esteemed young lady of the Shui Family, she had fallen into destitution in an instant, becoming a homeless girl.
Especially when facing the man she admired, seeing him protect another girl—despite Su Yao being just a child—felt like a dagger had pierced her heart, flooding her with immense sorrow.
"What are you to her?" she asked him through tear-filled eyes.
Xiao Luocheng moved his lips slightly and shook his head helplessly. "Qingyue, Su Yao often sells flowers here. One day, she fainted outside the clinic from hunger, and I saved her. So now, every time she passes by here, she brings a bouquet for you. I know you like her flowers."
As Xiao Luocheng mentioned Su Yao's flowers, Shui Qingyue finally caught a whiff of the familiar fragrance.
She glanced at the flower basket that Su Yao held in her hands, and her emotions gradually began to settle.
Su Yao hid timidly in the corner of the clinic, looking at her with apprehension.
Touched in the softest part of her heart, Qingyue slowly approached her.
A wave of dizziness washed over her; Qingyue rubbed her head and lifted it up.
This was not the face she remembered from before; it was instead that terrifying burned visage, bloodied and mangled. She wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. Sweat dripped down her forehead as her nails dug deep into her palms, her heart racing as if it would leap out of her chest.
Surrounded by the scent of Su Yao's flowers, memories of paintings she had bought from Su Yao flashed through her mind.
Images intermittently flashed in Shui Qingyue's mind, causing her to clutch her head in pain, her face contorted. It felt as if she had seen the face in that painting somewhere before, but she couldn't quite recall where.
“Qingyue, what's wrong? Let me get you some water,” Xiao Luocheng said, patting her back, his brow furrowed with concern.
Qingyue grasped his arm tightly, as if holding onto the last lifeline, unwilling to let go.
“Luo Chen,” she cried, collapsing into his embrace, her restless heart finally finding a sliver of solace.
It was as if she were under a spell, living in constant anxiety, haunted by that terrifying face that tormented her body and mind.
Xiao Luocheng held her wrist gently, leaning close to her ear and whispering soothingly, “Qingyue, I’ll find you some calming medicine. You’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
A cold breeze blew in from outside, scattering Qingyue's golden hair.
“Qingyue sister, actually…”
Su Yao had appeared behind Shui Qingyue at some point. After Xiao Luocheng left, she changed her demeanor and joyfully bounced in front of Qingyue, cupping her hands into a trumpet shape and leaning close to Qingyue's ear.
Su Yao's voice gradually lowered, and Qingyue's face instantly turned pale.
She slowly dropped her arms, her gaze hollow as she stared at Su Yao's retreating figure.
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