My senior sister often felt sorry for my suffering, but my master didn't listen to his advice, so I often saw my senior sister secretly crying behind the door. Every time I took a new pill, she was the one who took care of me.

I know that she always puts on a smile in front of me and acts as if nothing has happened, but in fact she doesn't want me to worry.

Until later, one time my whole back arched up in pain, and she cried so hard in front of me that I finally couldn't help but bury my head in her arms.

A night of tenderness. I vowed to be good to her, thinking that all this would be worth it. If it is not until March 28th.

On March 28th, the peach blossoms in the valley were blooming more brilliantly than the morning glow in the sky. An old friend of the master came. I heard Qianqian calling him uncle, and I knew in my heart that he was a fellow disciple of the master.

The chef was very happy, but also seemed to have some taboos. He opened a large jar of wine and served delicious dishes.

The uncle had eaten and drank enough, but he looked at the three of us, master and apprentice, grimly. I was a little confused, and suddenly felt a pain in my heart. Both the master and the senior sister had sat down weakly, and the senior sister's beautiful face was slightly green.

The uncle then left with a satisfied smile. I hugged the senior sister and burst into tears. At that time, I really would rather die with her.

However, I didn't expect that the senior sister's hairpin would easily penetrate into my skin.

I couldn't feel any pain, I just felt something in my heart was suddenly broken.

She gently cut my blood vessels with a knife, and I saw that the gurgling blood was more beautiful than the peach blossoms in the valley, but I just watched helplessly, unable to resist.

The first warmth in my life.

I feel at a loss.

"Why?" I finally uttered these few words. Her gentleness, her kindness, her beauty, the past scenes replayed in my mind.

She looked at me with a gentle smile, took two full bowls of blood, drank one bowl for herself, and gave another bowl to her father, and then said: "You are just a medicine person, just a medicine person."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I heard her say: "Don't you think I'm really that good to you?" Her fingers gently climbed up my cheek: "You are so beautiful, such a beautiful man.
Chapter completed!