But Yan didn't seem to have *that* kind of interest in her. She couldn't have his children even if she wanted to!
Sang Luo's thoughts drifted back to his fiery passion that one time—so deep and enduring. If she hadn't truly obtained his Talent Ability, she would've suspected the whole thing was just an incredibly vivid wet dream…
After diving into a sea of books for three days, Sang Luo finally emerged from the Book Collection Pavilion having learned a thing or two. She went to the study and saw Yan writing with a brush. Her dark eyes lit up, and she eagerly went over to help him grind the ink.
Yan wielded a wolf-hair brush, his movements fluid and unbroken, as graceful as flowing water.
Sang Luo could see he was writing a medicinal prescription; she recognized many of the herbs from the books she had read.
She remembered Fei Yuan saying that a plague was running rampant in Qingqiu. 'This must be the prescription to treat it.'
