It was puzzling that she seemed distracted, letting him touch her clumsily, but it was as if she felt nothing, busy fiddling with those bottles and jars with both her hands. Shujun felt a bit jealous. Were those bottles and jars more interesting to look at than him, a living person? Suddenly, he pinched her chin, forcing her to face him, then captured her lips, sucking hard as if to punish her. "Mmm..." She struggled to turn her face away, "Liang Shujun, stop fooling around!" Shujun was quite pleased with himself, "I don’t like that absent-minded look of yours," as if her spirit was wandering in the heavens, her soul ascended to the nine skies. Though her body was in his arms, her heart seemed to have flown off to some distant place. So he was determined to capture all her attention by any means necessary! Dong Huiying’s face flushed a shade of red. "I was just thinking about some things, that’s all." "Not allowed! Are those things better looking than me? Stop thinking about them and think more about me!" Liang Shujun brought over a small stool and sat next to Dong Huiying, fanning her with a bamboo fan. The weather was too hot. Seeing the sweat dampening her temples and forehead, he rolled up his own sleeves to wipe the sweat off her face. After finishing, he brought his sleeve up to his nose to sniff and a broad smile bloomed across his face. "Big brother, be careful," Yue Ning said, supporting Zhi Chen as they walked out of the house. "Big brother?" Shujun turned to look at Zhi Chen, wondering why his elder brother wasn’t resting properly. According to Baobao, Zhi Chen had lost too much blood when the Gu was extracted and should now be in quiet recuperation. He got up and went to greet Zhi Chen. Zhi Chen’s gaze fixed on Shujun, and suddenly he was taken aback, as a scene from a dream flashed involuntarily through his mind. In the dream, Shujun lay on a stretcher, covered by a white cloth. In his dream, ever since Shu Yu had passed away, Shujun had left the Sky Blue Building. Zhi Chen had sunk into a depression for a long time, feeling as if all was lost, and it was during that period that... "Come with me," Zhi Chen said. Waving away his younger brothers, Liang Zhi Chen led Shujun aside, just the two of them. Outside the wooden cabin, under a Chinese parasol tree, Liang Zhi Chen knitted his brows and intently surveyed Shujun, as if etching his younger brother’s face with his gaze, line by line. Shujun looked a bit frail. In the days Baobao wasn’t around, Shujun’s health had deteriorated, but he was still a hundred times stronger than the one in his dream. In the dream, Shujun was emaciated, tortured to death, and Zhi Chen closed his eyes in pain. Then, as if possessed, he suddenly asked, "When Shu Yu was critically ill, we brothers pooled money together to buy Thousand-year-old ginseng for her, but afterwards you told me that you had carelessly lost the money. Was that right?" Shujun was stunned, not understanding why his brother would suddenly bring up such matters. "Why are you asking about this, big brother?" He diverted his face uneasily. Zhi Chen had an underlying sense of unease and probed without betraying any emotion, "I remember a few years ago, one day you came home very late, covered in blood. When I asked you what had happened, you told me you had saved someone in the mountains and took them to a clinic. Do you remember who that person was? Do you know their name?" It was as though he was trying to confirm something, outwardly calm, but his heart was clenched tight. Shujun’s face grew cold, "Why are you being so strange today, big brother? Those are old, worn-out matters, why bring them up now?" Zhi Chen’s expression became stern, and he looked at him without a hint of emotion.