No Matter How Smart Long Yang Was, He Could Not Guess What She Meant

Lu Xue had already recovered when they reached her room, and she said apologetically, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Cousin."

Long Yin stood next to her bed with his hands behind his back, his brow still furrowed.

His expression became colder in response to her overly polite tone, and he asked, "Isn't Grandmother around? Didn't you ask her to treat you?"

Lu Xue shook her head and explained, "Both Grandfather and Grandmother aren't around. You know Grandmother and Aunt Liangwei have developed a prescription that can improve my health over the past two years, right? One of the guiding herbs is extremely rare—it blooms only once every five years and grows on the steepest ridge of Sacred Hillock Peak. Grandmother heard that it'll bloom soon, so she and Grandfather set out a few days ago to wait for it." 

As she spoke, she could not help feeling guilty—her entire family had worried themselves sick just for her sake.