Sympathy

Chu Liuyue seemed to sense something as she looked up and glanced at him. She then smiled and asked, "Fourth Young Master, is there something wrong?"

Looking into that pair of clear eyes, Lin Zhifei retracted his gaze and lightly shook his head. "Nothing much. Ms. Dugu, I have to trouble you with my health in the coming days."

Chu Liuyue smiled with deep meaning. "Fourth Young Master, you don't have to be polite."

Then, she walked over and wanted to take Lin Zhifei's pulse. "Before I refine the medicine, I want to see how your body is doing, Fourth Young Master."

Lin Zhifei stretched out his hand and gently pulled on his sleeves that were embroidered with bamboo leaves, revealing his white and thin wrist. One could even see the veins on it.

Chu Liuyue raised her hand.