Now, Qin Ling's pastime is picking out the mistakes made in front of the hall, indulging in ordinary matters, and blending in with a group of brothers of similar age, enjoying this without getting bored. In the past, he felt that he missed out on a lot; now, he wants to make up for it.
Only a few people understand that Qin Ling used to live a very suppressed life.
Living again, his surroundings are becoming increasingly cheerful…
Qin Ling has gone out.
Mo Liancheng stepped into an alchemy room, elegantly sat in front of the pill furnace, stretched his long legs, and started examining the medicinal ingredients on the table as usual. He picked a few herbs, began refining, focusing intently, and lost himself in his work. The refined small pills were ready, and he casually called out, "Tan'er, take them—"
He was about to toss them onto the familiar couch but realized today it was empty.
Tan'er is not here…
