As the morning mist drifted over the bamboo forest, Shen Qing added a third spoonful of honey to Xingye’s medicine bowl.
"I'm not Lu Yao, you know," the youth grumbled, shrinking back, the bandage on his neck smelling faintly of medicinal herbs.
Lu Yao came hopping into the medicine hut, leaning on a bamboo staff, the tips of his hair still damp with dew. "Brother He Chun dropped his water bucket five times by the river, and Azhi’s clothes are still hanging out to dry on the bluestone."
Chapter 95