Looking at her eyes, Ding Hao suddenly felt his heart ache.

When he was an average and anonymous nominal disciple, it was the very girl in his arms who scolded him in class and put high hopes on him. Again and again, she called him into her small garden and told him earnestly that he could be an elixir pharmacist, and that he shouldn't waste time in class...

It was also precisely the girl who offered him the brochures which contained experience she worked hard to ...