Several times, he had to stop himself from rushing forward to ask: 'This stuff...'
'Can it really save them?'
But in the end, he didn't dare to speak.
He was afraid of angering Xi Lan. If he delayed the treatment for his mate and younger brother, the consequences would be unbearable.
But as he stared at the pot of pitch-black, endlessly bubbling, mystery concoction, his brow never relaxed. It furrowed tighter and tighter, the lines on his forehead growing deep enough to trap a fly.
「Two more hours passed.」
Time seemed to stretch on infinitely, and even the wind felt as if it had come to a standstill.
Just as everyone was about to doze off, their eyelids growing heavy, Xi Lan suddenly raised a hand to extinguish the stove's fire and said crisply, "It's done."
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it rang in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder.
