Mu Huaen's gaze lingered on her face, as if seeing herself through the other person.
Her eyes wandered, thoughts drifting far away, back to before the incident.
"Huaen, Huaen..."
Back then, Mu Huaen was in her own apothecary, staring at her bottles and jars, the colored liquids—red, green, black, and white in glass bottles—were quite beautiful.
Actually, not all were poisons; many were medicines that saved lives. Over the years, she had researched many poisons and had lost interest in continuing. Just then, Mu Niancheng gave her an ancient medical book. Some recipes were incomplete, so she wanted to complete the missing parts.
She kept her head down, focused on the book in her hand, ignoring Mu Huarong who had stepped into the apothecary.
"Huaen, how about we go out and play?" Mu Huarong entered the room, cast a glance at the various medicine bottles on the shelves, then set her eyes on Mu Huaen.
