"Ms. Yang understands medical skill?"
Hang Qingming glanced sideways at the refined and fair profile of Yang Mengchen beside him, which was bathed in a soft glow under the warm sunshine, her long, delicate eyelashes resembling the dense woods by the edge of a clear lake, flickering lightly with each of her movements, as if a warm breeze had brushed across his heart, bringing with it an unusual feeling.
"My master and uncle have taught me since I was young, but my aptitude is dull and I only understand the basics, which must amuse Young Master Hang," Yang Mengchen humbly replied, and then changed the subject, "Young Master Hang, that is Fairy Lake, it is said..."
Hang Qingming listened intently with a smile on his face, but his heart suddenly grew tense.
The young lady was tight-lipped; it seemed he needed to proceed step by step. Fortunately, he had plenty of time and would eventually obtain the information he wanted.