“Please return, young master.”
Though a physician, the immortal doctor never readily saved lives; he was by no means a soft-hearted soul. Even if someone were dying before him, if he were in a bad mood, he would not offer aid.
Despite being a healer, he harbored no compassion in his heart, instead remaining as cold as iron.
The white figure standing at the doorway did not leave. She slowly performed a bow, her clear, melodious voice like a spring cascading downwards.
“I am here to seek a medicine.”
Chang Sheng had no desire to listen. With his back to the door, he leisurely poured a cup of tea. The rising white mist obscured his gentle, refined face.
Upon hearing her words, he chuckled lightly, “What medicine do you seek?”
“Resurrection.”
The man seemed to have already anticipated this answer; he did not show surprise. A slender, clean hand emerged from his wide sleeve, adjusting his outer robe as it began to slip.
He calmly dusted off his hem.
He appeared very young, exuding an elegant aura. His eyes were gentle and composed, and he spoke slowly, “I have never had any medicine for resurrection. Do you not know that the dead cannot be brought back to life?”
The white-clad person at the doorway had a slender, frail body that seemed as if it could break with a single touch. Swathed in plain white garments, her skin appeared exceptionally pale, devoid of color.
As if expecting his response, her eyes seemed steeped in spring’s cold ice, “I know the immortal doctor has it, but you are unwilling to give it.”
This person was indeed honest; her words were far from pleasant, and she was quite unlikable.
The man let out a cold snort and placed the teacup heavily on the table. “If I don’t have it, I don’t have it. I ask that you leave quickly, or do not blame me for being impolite.”
With that, he entered the house without even glancing at the white figure by the door.
The child also looked troubled. “Immortal, please do not be sad… Chang Sheng he…”
“Yao’er, come in!”
The man’s voice came from inside the house. The child immediately shut his mouth, cast a longing glance at Shen Yue, and then reluctantly closed the door.
Shen Yue was not discouraged, for this immortal doctor’s disposition was famously eccentric. She did not believe that a few words would be enough to persuade him to give her the medicine.
Chang Sheng had expected the person at the door to retreat, but he did not expect her to remain standing there. She had been there since he went out to gather herbs in the morning. When night fell and he returned to the wooden house, the white figure was still there.
This continued for several days. The white figure made no noise, caused no disturbance, but simply stood there quietly, like a cluster of easily dispersed catkins, not entirely clear in the white mist.
Yao’er, holding his rice bowl, took a mouthful of rice, his peripheral vision constantly glancing towards the door.
“Chang Sheng, that immortal has been standing at the door for many days. Shall we invite her in to sit for a while?”
Chang Sheng remained unmoved. “Do you want to go out and keep her company?”
The child felt it was not impossible and was about to nod softly in agreement when he met the man’s cold, indifferent gaze. He instantly flinched, daring not to speak further, and obediently continued eating.
Chang Sheng raised his eyes and saw the white figure in a corner of the window. She had been standing there for many days.
In the dead of night, a torrential rain poured down from the sky, instantly transforming the vast mountains and plains into a white expanse.
The downpour raged, and the thunderous rumbling deafening.
The wind howled, and streaks of lightning tore through the pitch-black night sky, the muffled thunder like roaring cannons.
As Chang Sheng closed the window, he saw the white figure still foolishly standing at the door, not seeking a place to shelter from the rain.
He thought coldly, “What does her life or death have to do with me?”
The window was closed, and the rain outside grew heavier. The raindrops splattered against the eaves and the ground with a crisp pattering sound. Before long, the wooden door was pushed open, and a tall, slender man emerged, holding an umbrella.
As he drew closer, he finally got a clear view of the white-clad person’s face.
This was the first time he had seen Shen Yue’s face. Previously, they had maintained a certain distance, and coupled with the thick mountain fog, her features were never very clear.
Now, he noticed that Shen Yue’s eyes were covered with a piece of white cloth. The raindrops were blocked, and she raised her face in a dazed manner.
Her hem was splashed and soaked with rain, the mottled water stains making the snow-white color no longer pristine, as if stained.
Her features were like ice and snow, jade, appearing aloof and indifferent, but her current dazed expression added a touch of softness, like a white camellia on a branch under the moonlight, fresh and refined.
“Immortal doctor…”
She spoke uncertainly.
Chang Sheng gripped the handle of his umbrella, his voice revealing no emotion. “You do not need to resort to such cheap tricks in front of me. I detest such games.”
Shen Yue pursed her rosy lips. Her extremely pale skin exuded a chilling aura. She lowered her head slightly and remained silent. The white cloth covering her eyes made her appear even more fragile, like delicate jade.
Chang Sheng had initially intended to utter a few harsh words and then drive her away. However, seeing her slightly pitiful appearance, he unexpectedly softened.
His fingers clenched and then relaxed, relaxed and then clenched, repeatedly, before finally deciding, “Come inside with me.”
Shen Yue was startled at first, then, with a slight delay, followed behind the man.
The room was warm and brightly lit. Water from her hem dripped onto the clean wooden floor.
This made her pause, looking back. All she saw were wet footprints behind her.
Chang Sheng, not hearing footsteps behind him, turned back in confusion. The white figure was still standing there foolishly. A few damp strands of hair clung to her face, making her face appear even whiter, almost a sickly, transparent white.
“Why are you still standing there foolishly?” Chang Sheng asked.
Shen Yue hesitated for the first time. She brought her toes together, and rain still clung to her cheeks, making her look truly disheveled.
“I, I am dirty. I will stand here.”
Upon hearing this, Chang Sheng’s heart became complicated. He walked directly to Shen Yue’s side. A hot, warm, and even aggressive presence approached, and the next second, his wrist was easily encircled by a dry, large hand.
The man’s faint sigh reached his ears. He lowered his gaze and said softly, “I told you to come in, so why are you saying so much?”
Shen Yue obediently let him lead her. Chang Sheng rummaged through the wardrobe and found a few plain white garments that were not frequently worn, handing them to the drenched Shen Yue.
“Change into some clean clothes first.”
Chang Sheng picked up a medical book and sat to the side, reading.
Shen Yue took the clothes. After a while, she realized the man had no intention of leaving and became confused.
Chang Sheng had been paying attention to Shen Yue’s movements. After a long while, hearing no sounds of changing clothes, he grew curious. He turned and saw Shen Yue simply holding the clothes blankly, standing there helplessly. Her eyes were clear, and her lips were extremely red, as if she had secretly applied rouge.