Morning sunlight pierced through the bamboo blinds of Blue Flower Lane.
Shen Qing sat on the bamboo chair in front of the clinic. As the pestle rose and fell in her hands, the fresh fragrance of blue flowers mixed with the scent of morning dew.
Ruilian crouched nearby, sorting medicinal herbs, the blue flower silver hairpin in her hair swaying gently with her movements.
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