Chapter 4: The Feeling of Being "Sick"
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Look at that floral peacock! Luo Qianfan glanced sideways at the slender, perfect fingers resting on her neck and snorted coldly. Such an attitude! Seeing this, Dongfang Yuyue calmly released his grip, pulled out a silk scarf from his chest, wiped his elegant hand, and without hesitation, tossed it to the ground. Luo Qianfan’s mouth twitched. All her life, no matter where she went, others clung to her, yet this man... so disdainful of her. Three dark lines flashed across Luo Qianfan’s mind. Noticing Dongfang Yuyue looking over, she paused, then said with a sour tone, “Young master, your condition is somewhat complicated. Let me study it carefully before treating you, so I’ll take my leave for now.” With that, she withdrew her hand and strode away. Bai Yu and the others followed closely. “Hey, don’t go! Why leave just like that? Come back…” The hope that had just sparked in Guifang’s heart was shattered, and he blamed his earlier rudeness and arrogance, overwhelmed by regret and self-reproach.
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Who exactly is he? Dongfang Yuyue wondered silently. Guifang anxiously looked at Dongfang Yuyue, his face filled with remorse and guilt. “Master, what should we do now? He...” Suddenly, a murderous glare shot over, silencing Guifang instantly. “Keep moving. Find an inn to rest before nightfall. We continue at dawn,” Dongfang Yuyue said coldly, staring at Chiming. It was over. He had angered his master again. What had just happened... Helplessly, Guifang looked at Chiming, who rolled his eyes and put on an innocent expression, as if to say, “You’re talented, you’re kind, but I just don’t see it!” Then wagged his tail and followed along. Night fell, and the bright moon lazily rose. Inside the inn, with wooden plank floors and hollowed-out interior design, splashes of greenery, and vintage grandeur under a gentle chandelier, Dongfang Yuyue sat upright at a sandalwood table, his gaze unfocused until it finally fixed on the bay laurel by the window.
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The bay laurel is a plant both enchanting and terrifying, its floral meaning: seduction. Those born under its blessing possess a bright, passionate, and dangerous charm, and perhaps a lifetime of romantic stories. In his mind appeared the androgynous, beautiful face from daytime, the long hands unfolding like lotus buds, thumbs rubbing the palm back and forth. Remembering that soft touch, the icy heart seemed to crack, feeling warmth for the first time. Damn it, how could he feel this way? Dongfang Yuyue thought he must be ill and began meditating... Half a day later, in the Medical Ming Valley, Luo Qianfan, dressed in flowing azure robes, was in high spirits, swaying on a swing hung between two large trees. Every movement was alluring and dazzling. Branches swayed, petals drifted down with the wind, landing gracefully on Luo Qianfan’s exquisite gown without a hint of discord, like a forest spirit radiating ethereal charm—fresh and elegant. Looking again at Luo Qianfan, her head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed, jet-black hair cascading straight down like ink, immersed in a sea of flowers, she seemed a wayward fairy—beautiful and captivating.