After scolding Da Bai, Dong Huiying put Xiao Hua back into the bottle. She abruptly turned around and found herself looking directly into Shen Qiuyang’s eyes. She felt quite embarrassed because she had guessed that it must have been Da Bai and Xiao Hua playing around, inadvertently causing trouble which led to Shen Qiuyang getting poisoned by Xiao Hua. "Ahem, how do you feel? Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Shen Qiuyang was stunned. She remembered a butterfly landing on her hand just before she fainted. She thought Xiao Hua looked beautiful and took a liking to it. She just wanted to touch Xiao Hua’s wings, but suddenly Xiao Hua bit her. The butterfly, like a mosquito, had a sharp proboscis hidden in its mouth. That proboscis was like a poison needle; it stung her. And by the time she realized something was wrong, it was already too late. But now it seemed this young lady had saved her? She had saved her once again! Shen Qiuyang stood up and bowed to Dong Huiying, "Thank you, Miss, for your help." "I dare not accept your praise," Dong Huiying said, waving her hands dismissively, thinking to herself that it was Da Bai and Xiao Hua that had caused the mishap. As their owner, she bore a large responsibility. Thus, logically and emotionally, she couldn’t ignore the trouble caused by Da Bai and Xiao Hua and had no choice but to settle the matter for them. Dong Huiying had her own thoughts, but Shen Qiuyang was moved by the deep connection they shared. These twists of fate had led to her being saved by Dong Huiying twice. And her mother had once taught her that one should repay even the smallest kindness with a spring-like generosity. She wondered if she would ever be able to repay such a deep debt of gratitude in her lifetime? Shen Qiuyang came to Dong Huiying’s place carrying a bag of jerky and some various bottles and jars. She had previously realized that the young lady lacked daily necessities and had converted her limited silver taels into medicinal herbs. She didn’t know what Dong Huiying’s status was, nor why she lived alone on Qingfeng Mountain with a tiger, and she hadn’t even asked for her name. All she knew was that the young lady seemed to be proficient in Gu refinement technique, had a tiger named Da Bai, and kept a poisonous butterfly called Xiao Hua. "Eh? Why have you brought so much stuff?" Upon hearing Shen Qiuyang’s footsteps, Dong Huiying walked out of the cave and saw a large bag in Shen Qiuyang’s hands. Shen Qiuyang smiled, "I noticed you have few household utensils, so I brought some over. Also, even though the weather is warming up, you don’t have any quilts or mattresses here, which won’t do. I have plenty at my place, but unfortunately, I couldn’t carry them all in one trip. If you don’t mind, why not come with me later and get some?" Dong Huiying hung her head in embarrassment, "You’re too polite. Didn’t I say last time? It was my fault for not disciplining Da Bai and Xiao Hua properly, which led to your fainting amongst the flowers." Shen Qiuyang simply smiled without responding. She thought to herself that Dong Huiying probably didn’t know that her initial appearance in that sea of flowers was actually because she was following Dong Huiying’s trail. Indeed, if Shen Qiuyang hadn’t been helped by Dong Huiying and Da Bai back when she encountered Grandma Cui and others, she might have already died by Grandma Cui’s hand. The education she received from a young age told her to be as ruthless as the coldest winter to her enemies, and as gentle as the spring breeze to her friends. Otherwise, if she hesitated and showed undue mercy, how could she possibly take charge of the Shen Family’s vast century-old legacy? She could be ruthless, but it depended on the person and the situation.