She couldn’t find the answer in the Depositary of Buddhist Texts, so she had to go back to Tao Yao Yard. She decocted medicinal herbs, and cooked porridge with lotus seed, Rehmannia Glutinosa, and radix angelicae for Meng Xuan. Opening the door, she could see the sleeping teenager on the bed from a distance. Some sentimental words like “sweet home” sprang to He Danggui’s mind. Was this the beginning of love? She had forgotten the feeling of love a long time ago. She had been ...