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She held the bleeding Xiao Luocheng in her arms, and he slept like an injured child.
Suddenly, someone pushed open the clinic door. Qingyue looked up to see Aunt Lin, who was followed by a girl around seventeen or eighteen years old—Shui Qingyue recognized her as Su Yao.
She stared at the two of them in disbelief.
In her arms, Xiao Luocheng stirred slightly, trying to open his eyes. However, even when he managed to open them, his blood-stained eyes could see nothing.
Aunt Lin glanced at the pair curled up on the floor and suddenly smiled, her lips curling into a sinister grin.
"Miss, it must not feel good to be hurt, right?"
For the first time in all these years with the Shui Family, Shui Qingyue saw such a terrifying expression on Aunt Lin's face.
Qingyue felt like a soulless puppet, staring blankly at Aunt Lin's every move.
"Is it you?"
Xiao Luocheng stood up from Qingyue's embrace. Although he couldn't see, he recognized her voice. "Master Xiao, you are indeed clever. But now your eyes are blind! It seems you can no longer save Miss Shui," he chuckled darkly.
"Qingyue, the ones who killed your father are them!" Xiao Luocheng pulled Qingyue into his embrace, fearing that Aunt Lin and Su Yao would harm her further.
The Xiao Family was also in the traditional medicine business. Since childhood, Xiao Luocheng had accompanied his father to gather herbs and had absorbed some knowledge along the way.
He recognized the flowers sold by Su Yao. When he first brought Qingyue back from the hospital, he had suspected that those fragrant flowers must have an unusual origin.
Golden Sunflower—bitter and astringent, with white or pale blue flowers; it was also known as Mandrake.
The scent could induce hallucinations, agitation, and even numb the nerves. Prolonged exposure to it could lead to poisoning and death.
Xiao Luocheng smiled; eventually, the truth would come to light. As for the terrifying face that Qingyue had seen, he had not been unfamiliar with it in the past.
On the day Qingyue fainted at the clinic, he noticed a painting on the table, with a few branches of flowers bought from Su Yao placed in a nearby vase.
Curiously, he stared at the painting for a while before closing his eyes and rubbing them wearily. To his horror, he discovered that the figure in the painting reflected in his mind as a charred face.
Staring at that painting for exactly one minute, combined with the effects of Golden Sunflower, would surely induce hallucinations that could torment someone to death. Su Yao had sold flowers all over Great Shanghai, and patients coming to Shui Family Pharmacy for medicine were easily victimized.
After Qingyue fainted, he had checked her pulse at the hospital. The bowl of medicine was an antidote for the mandrake poison; having studied abroad for many years, this was not difficult for him at all!
However, what was Aunt Lin's true relationship with Yao? Why did she want to harm the Shui Family? These questions remained unanswered, and unexpectedly, events changed so rapidly!
Qingyue had injured his eye; losing those wise eyes meant that even if the truth lay before him, he would be unable to see it.
Ten years ago in Old Shanghai, a woman was leading a girl of about seven years old. She entered Shui Family Pharmacy to ask the doctor for some traditional medicine to treat typhoid fever. The doctor in the pharmacy, captivated by the woman's beauty, deceived her into his room with intentions of violating her.
When she refused, he knocked her unconscious. In an unfortunate accident, his arm brushed against the nearby blazing Furnace, causing it to topple over and spill hot coals onto the woman’s face.
Outside the shop, the seven-year-old girl gritted her teeth; being so young and naive, she only remembered the doctor's appearance and vowed to avenge her mother.
Soon after, the woman's facial burns healed completely. She infiltrated the Shui Family, abandoning her name and identity for ten years just to wait for this moment when the Shui Family would be brought to ruin.
The outcome she desired was finally within her grasp.
In the hands of Shui Qingyue's father, the note, if Qingyue looked closely, was not written by his hand.
During the years that Su Yao had been lost, she not only painted that miraculous picture, but her mother, Aunt Lin, also took the prescription from Doctor Shui at the pharmacy. Su Yao imitated his handwriting, carefully writing out those characters stroke by stroke.
Xiao Luocheng lay in Qingyue's arms, his body beginning to convulse; he had been poisoned by the mandrake.
The medicine he had brewed was originally enough for two people to drink. But Qingyue, in her impatience, had knocked over a bowl...
Crimson blood trickled from the corner of Xiao Luocheng's mouth, and Shui Qingyue held him tightly, crying until her voice was hoarse.
She screamed in despair, "Even if you killed my father, so what? I forgive you! I forgive you!"
With the last of his strength, he slightly opened his eyes. Until death, she would never believe him. But perhaps that was fine; because of love, everything appeared blissful.
Even amidst misunderstandings and resentment, he felt a sense of fulfillment.
All truths were buried.
He fell into a deep sleep, a faint smile gracing his lips.
She caressed his face, heartbroken, leaning against his gradually cooling body, crying like a young girl.
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