Zihan's fingertips gently caressed the cool glass, and slowly stopped at the dimple where the little girl appeared because of her smile, and the corners of her mouth also bent hard.

Although she is not 'she', she wants to be the lively and cheerful her, and make her grandfather's pistachio instead of her.

Zihan sighed lightly, withdrew his hand, and looked at the top of the cabinet.

In addition to an enamel toothbrush jar with a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a box of alabaster, there are also two stacks of books neatly placed on it.

One stack is a primary school textbook, while the other stack is a few medicine-related books, and the top one is a somewhat worn "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Zihan's heartbeat was inexplicably faster, and she took the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in her hand and sat on the chair in front of the desk.

In her previous life, although she was familiar with this thick book, every time she picked it up, she couldn't suppress the unwarranted intimacy.

She carefully flipped open the curly, yellowed pages in the lower corner, and her eyes filled with wetness when she saw the familiar name of the herb and the meaning that followed.

She inexplicably loved the herbs, the fullness of holding them in her hands, the excitement of seeing them alive, and the sense of accomplishment they felt after healing the patient.

Most of the herbs are inconspicuous, but they play a vital role in the healing of the sick.

It was after going to college and getting to know them that she stepped out of that inferiority complex and closed self.

Although her birth displeased her parents and finally abandoned her at the door of the welfare home, they also gave her life and gave her a chance to live.

Therefore, from that moment on, although she knew that she might be ordinary and inconspicuous in her life, she had to strive to be a kind, upright, and useful person to the society that raised her to adulthood.

It was the herbs that gave her confidence and courage.

Zihan's fingertips gently caressed the pages of the book, and although the wetness in her eyes gently slipped from the corners of her eyes, the corners of her mouth curved wider and wider, until the two dimples on her cheeks on both sides of her mouth were completely blurred.

As the night deepened, Zihan gently flipped through the pages of the book, reluctant to go to the kang.

There was a slight opening and closing sound from the door of the hall, and Zihan's heart tugged inexplicably.

She was reluctant to put the "Compendium of Materia Medica" at the top of the stack of medicine-related books.

Then he climbed up to the kang lightly, quickly pulled down the quilt, and after setting the pillow, he turned off the lights.

By the window outside the house, there was the upright figure of Grandpa Lin.

He listened carefully against the window, and when he heard no movement, he shook his head lightly and walked lightly back to the hall.

Maybe he has grown up, since the little girl secretly looked through his account books, not only did she secretly go to the mountains to dig herbs, but she also studied harder and harder this night.

He should be happy, but why does his heart feel so heavy!

Should he find his old comrades-in-arms and entrust the little girl to them in advance?

Zihan, who was holding her breath and trying to breathe shallowly and evenly, felt that after her grandfather left, she took off her clothes, pulled open the quilt and lay down.

How could she have forgotten that in the past, if she stayed up a little late, her grandfather would come to urge her.

In the future, she can't let her grandfather care about her so much.

The body felt extremely tired, but the brain seemed to be excited, Zihan tossed and turned, until the chicken crowed, then turned sideways, and fell asleep with his right hand on the wrist of his left hand.