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In the severe winter, the fire pit in the Inner Hall had tipped over, scattering charcoal all over the floor. Fortunately, it did not cause a fire, but it left the woman's face severely burned.
In a moment of panic, he lifted her from the ground and rushed to the apothecary to gather several traditional Chinese herbs, crushing them to apply on her face. With his exceptional medical skills, he firmly believed that this face would bear no scars in the future.
Several hours passed, and the unconscious woman finally awoke.
Upon seeing him sitting by the bed, she slapped him hard across the face. He was momentarily stunned, staring at her in disbelief.
Tears filled her eyes as she climbed off the bed. Before leaving, she shot him a look filled with hatred and said, "I will never let you go. I will make sure your family is ruined..."
He was at a loss for what to do. He had planned to wait for his brother to return and seek clarification, but his brother had suddenly disappeared after that day, leaving no trace behind.
"I will never let you go. I will make sure your family is ruined."
That phrase seemed to echo in his ears, and the deep-seated hatred in her gaze sent a shiver down his spine.
"Dad, what are you thinking about?"
Shui Qingyue patted him, looking puzzled.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, shaking his head in a daze as he gently stroked Qingyue's hair. Silly child, there are no enemies!
It was still Aunt Lin who came to take her back home while he organized the apothecary in preparation for its upcoming opening.
Xiao Luocheng was busy attending to patients in the clinic, overwhelmed with work.
Aunt Lin walked in coldly, shedding all the customary rules and formalities of the Shui Family, as if she had become a different person, so unlike her usual self.
Her gaze was heavy with an unsettling chill, landing on Shui Qingyue inch by inch, making her feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Lin... Aunt Lin," she stammered, but Aunt Lin seemed not to hear her. Emotionlessly, she snatched the items from Shui Qingyue's hands, who curiously followed her outside.
The high heels quickly became unbearable for her, and she called out to the unyielding Aunt Lin, "Wait for me, Aunt Lin!"
At that shout, Aunt Lin finally stopped. When Shui Qingyue caught up and grabbed her arm, Aunt Lin suddenly turned her face around, nearly startling Shui Qingyue into a fall.
"Lin... Aunt Lin... you..." She clutched her chest, gasping for breath as if someone were choking her throat.
Aunt Lin's face was unmistakably burned and disfigured. Shui Qingyue shook her head; the scene before her remained unchanged. Aunt Lin still looked like this, with raw flesh exposed on her right cheek, blood dripping steadily.
"Miss, the master is dead. He died in the Inner Hall of the pharmacy. Aren't you going to see him?"
What left Shui Qingyue in disbelief was Aunt Lin's words. She spoke coldly as blood continued to flow down her face, sending Shui Qingyue into a panic.
Shaking her head in denial, she turned and trembled as she ran towards her father's herbal medicine shop.
She twisted her ankle several times but gritted through the pain as she sprinted down the streets of Great Shanghai, the hem of her pink lace-trimmed dress swaying gently against the wind.
Running into the traditional Chinese medicine shop, a crowd had gathered. Shui Qingyue lost her composure and roughly pushed through the throng. Inside the Inner Hall, a slightly plump man lay twisted on the ground, completely still, with no visible marks on his body.
Shui Qingyue approached and knelt beside her father. Tears as big as beans streamed down her face as she turned his body over, revealing his features. The onlookers stepped back in unison.
Upon seeing her father's face, she gasped in shock, as if her head might burst from the pain. Her father's face was nearly identical to Aunt Lin's, with the right side burned beyond recognition.
"Ah, this is truly karma. He caused so many deaths, and now he has met the same fate as those he harmed. How strange," someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Listening to the idle chatter, Shui Qingyue collapsed onto her father's body, her makeup running from her tears.
At that moment, she longed for Xiao Luocheng to appear by her side, even a simple phrase like "Don't be sad" would have brought her some comfort.
Right, wasn't Xiao Luocheng still around?
Wiping away her tears, Shui Qingyue took a deep breath and gazed at her father one last time.
She resolved to find Xiao Luocheng so they could face whatever storms lay ahead together.
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