"It might taste a bit bitter, but good medicine often does. Once you take it, you'll gradually get better," Chi Xiaoyu said with a smiling gaze on him.
"Hmm, so these pills cured me? Heh... how is that possible? This illness is hereditary, and no medicine can truly cure it."
Yeh Cangqiong let out a bitter laugh. He was acutely aware of how much money had been spent on his headaches since childhood.
He was equally clear on how many doctors he'd consulted.
Han Yi felt a pang in her heart as she looked into Yeh Cangqiong's eyes. Though he seemed a bit thin, his gaze was sharp and bright.
It appeared he had regained his memory.
She turned her head towards Chi Xiaoyu, who looked back at her. In the instant their glances met, Chi Xiaoyu blinked.
Han Yi, being exceedingly smart, immediately caught on and smiled slightly.
