"Moreover, if it doesn't have any unique features, it might not be able to open. Mother is not trying to discourage you. Just tell me if you really need help," Ye Muyu said with concern.
Chu Ziluo smiled sweetly, not rejecting her kindness: "Mother, don't worry. I'll definitely come to you if I need help."
"Hmm, don't tire yourself too much."
With a sigh of relief, Chu Ziluo felt even more determined to strive ahead.
After having dinner, Ye Muyu played with Nuanbao for a while before going to study medical books.
Chu Heng came back late that night. When it was time for her to go to bed, there was still no sign of him. Knowing she couldn't wait for his return, Ye Muyu yawned, wrote down some notes about opening the medicine shop, placed the paper on the tea table, and then went next door to wash up.
When Chu Heng returned, only the small oil lamp near the soft couch was still lit in the room, its dim light seeming to await someone's return.
