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The warm scent almost brought me to tears. Gradually, I regained my strength and calmed down. However, that night, Young Master Lang fell ill due to his weakened condition and previous injuries. Seeing him lying in bed, pale and frail, stirred a pang of sorrow in my heart.
I went up the mountain to find the herbs that Grandma had mentioned and returned to brew them for him. Days passed, but his condition showed no signs of improvement. Grandma said we were missing one type of herb, which was difficult to find as it only grew in the darkest, dampest parts of the mountain.
The mountain wind creaked the door as a heavy rainstorm approached. I looked at Young Master Lang lying in bed, his complexion worsening. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my basket and climbed up the mountain.
The wind was fierce, nearly blowing me off the path several times. I dug tirelessly among the rocky crevices and beneath tree roots. Finally, my efforts paid off when I found the elusive herb in a ravine.
Carefully, I unearthed it and placed it in my basket. Upon returning home, I ignored my disheveled appearance and hurriedly prepared the herb for Young Master Lang. After he drank it, his complexion finally improved, and a weight lifted from my heart.
For the next few days, I stayed by Young Master Lang's side without leaving him for a moment, with Grandma helping me care for him. Under my attentive care, his health gradually improved. He could get out of bed and move around, though he was still quite weak.
He learned from Grandma about how I nearly fell off the mountain while gathering herbs. Approaching me, he took my hand and gently examined the wounds on it, saying softly, "Xiao Lian, thank you. You saved my life."
I quickly withdrew my hand, a blush creeping onto my face. "Young Master Lang, you don't need to thank me; we are just... helping each other." My heart raced at that moment.
In the days that followed, I continued to care for him diligently.
As I wiped the sweat from his forehead during his fever and adjusted his pillow while giving him medicine, I could feel his gaze upon me. That gaze held gratitude, respect, and a hint of an indescribable emotion that I couldn't quite place.
I began to steal glances at him while taking care of him, and every time our eyes met, a sense of inexplicable peace washed over me. As time passed, the atmosphere between us began to shift quietly.
Once Young Master Lang was able to move freely again, we decided to repay Grandma by replanting the vegetable garden together. Grandma sat at the door, gazing into the distance, her face etched with nostalgia and loneliness.
I asked her if she had always lived alone and whether she wanted to come down the mountain with us. Grandma replied that her only son had gone to town a few days ago to sell game, but there had been a dispute when the shopkeeper maliciously underpriced his catch. In the end, those people were unreasonable; they took the game without paying and even injured him.
Her son was worried about Grandma and rushed back home overnight, but he passed away shortly after arriving.
"Do you know who those people were?" I couldn't help but ask.
She looked up, her eyes filled with hatred. "They were from Ruyi Pavilion in town. They are numerous and powerful; we can't afford to provoke them."
Ruyi Pavilion? Wasn't that the largest tavern in town? The people inside were indeed not to be trifled with, but they shouldn't have resorted to violence like that.
From Grandma's account, her son was honest and kind-hearted, never having made enemies; how could he have gotten involved with someone from Ruyi Pavilion? I hesitated to ask further, fearing it would reopen her wounds, so I remained silently by her side, listening as she shared her story.
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