He spoke slowly, his tone revealing an undeniable firmness.
Upon hearing this, Su Yu's face immediately lit up with joy, and her crisp applause, like the tinkling of spring water, broke the quiet of the room.
"Exactly! Our minds really do think alike!"
Her smile bloomed like a flower, clearly delighted and comforted by Jiang Ziling's quick understanding.
Jiang Ziling, however, smiled with the ease of a passing cloud or a gentle breeze, as if everything was within his expectations, "What's difficult about that? Xixi and I will simply need to put in some extra effort."
Just as the atmosphere became relaxed and pleasant, Su Yu caught a glimpse of the blisters on Jiang Ziling's hands from grinding medicine for long periods and instantly felt a surge of heartache.
That precious medicine powder, each gram saturated with their toilsome sweat—especially Jiang Ziling's hands, which ought to have been holding a pen and ink but were now marked with scars from unremitting labor.