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"The medicine she prepared herself is an intestinal toxin and a life-saving remedy."
Jiang Wanqing was born with a pair of wonderful hands, which can distinguish hundreds of herbs and cure thousands of diseases, but it cannot cure her own heart disease.
When she adopted Jiang Yuxuan, the little girl was only twelve years old. She timidly called her "Sister", but there was a calculation in her eyes that was not suitable for her age.
——She knows.
But she is willing to perish.
"Sister, the medicine is too bitter..." The girl's eyes were red, and her fingertips were holding the corner of her clothes.
Jiang Wanqing lowered her eyes and fed the candied fruit into her lips, but added an extra flavor of datura to the soup.
——Since I can't keep your heart, I'll keep your people.
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"My sister's love is so scary."
Jiang Yuxuan was born with a pitiful appearance, and with a fleeting glance, she could teach countless powerful people to spend huge sums of money on her behalf.
But she insisted on wearing Jiang Wanqing's modified cheongsam on stage, insisted on looking up to the box on the second floor during the curtain call, and insisted on letting ambiguous red marks slide down her collar when she returned home late at night.
"Boss Zhou gave me South Sea pearls again today." She tilted her head and smiled softly, innocently and cruelly.
Jiang Wanqing crushed the medicine cup in her hand.
——Since you want to play, I will play with you to the end.
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When the lie is revealed, who is the real hunter?
Jiang Yuxuan found a locked sandalwood box deep in Jiang Wanqing's medicine cabinet——
Inside were neatly packed the earrings, silk handkerchiefs that she had "inadvertently" lost over the years, and even... A strand of blue silk she had cut when she was seventeen.
Jiang Wanqing dug out a yellowed diary under Jiang Yuxuan's pillow:
"Today I added Coptis chinensis to my sister's medicine... She looks so cute when she frowns."
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"Are you pretending to be sick to trick me into feeling soft?"
"You drugged me to force me to stay?"
On a rainy night, they finally took off their disguises. Jiang Wanqing pressed Jiang Yuxuan against the medicine cabinet, and pinched the slender neck with her medicinal-scented fingers:
"If you know it's poison, why do you still drink it?"
Jiang Yuxuan raised her head and kissed her trembling lips:
"Because it was given by my sister... I enjoy it as if it were sweetened with sugar."
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"Use your medicine to nourish my body."
"Use my songs to heal your heart."
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