Love is so deeply rooted that medicine and stone are difficult to cure. In one sentence, it is a portrayal of Lu Zhouxing's eight years.
When they met again, Qin Yanshu stared blankly at the doctor in front of him who looked nothing like him eight years ago. On the other hand, Lu Zhouxing had a calm expression. His green-white jade fingers gently rested on Qin Yanshu's wrist. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand to write down the prescription, his eyes flowing smoothly without stopping at all. "The boat is sailing." Qin Yanshu said softly. Lu Zhouxing slowly took off the dark and shiny red sandalwood bracelet on his wrist, twisted it gently and said, "Do you have any more questions?" After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Qin Yanshu coldly. Qin Yanshu raised his head and met those ancient and unwavering eyes, slowly swallowed what he wanted to say, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head again and said: "Are you free tonight? Let's have a meal together, Doctor Lu..." Lu Zhouxing raised his hand and interrupted: "Miss Qin, I am not short of a bite to eat. Sorry to keep you company." After saying that, he walked into the pharmacy. Qin Yanshu sat quietly, listening to the sound of boiling Chinese medicine inside, lowered his head sadly, and murmured: I'm sorry, Zhouzhou.
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror