Teacher Shen was boiling the medicine with a frown in the courtyard. He was a scholar-like youth, wearing an old long gown; even though he was not old, a frown was always on his face, giving off an impression that made people feel the struggles of the common world.

The sound of the xun came from the house, but the slender figure of the man blowing it was cast on the paper window by the dim light. Obviously, his skill was not very good, and one couldn’t tell what song it was. There were occasionally one or two notes that didn’t make any proper sound, the whole piece seemed desolate, dyed with a strange feeling of exhaustion.

To say it was music might be a little far-fetched; Chang Geng leaned his ear in to "enjoy" it a bit, and he concluded that if he were to give a compliment, he could only say that the other’s funeral tune was quite good.

Shen Yi heard the footsteps and smiled towards Chang Geng, then shouted in the direction of the house: "Ancestor, cease your mouth a little, I'm about to urinate from listening to you already, Chang Geng is here!"

The person inside turned a deaf ear, but with his ears’ capabilities, perhaps he really could not hear it.

Chang Geng listened and felt that the person blowing the xun was full of energy, and did not seem to be ill, so he was momentarily relieved from half of his worries: "I heard Ge Pang Xiao say that Teacher changed Shiliu's medicine, what happened to him?"

Teacher Shen watched the condition of the medicine, speaking with irritation, "Nothing happened, just that the season is changing. With each season, there's a new medicine, this sickly demon is so delicate and very difficult to serve. Ah yes, you came at just the right time, no one knows where he managed to get a new toy, he'd said that he will send it to you early tomorrow morning, hurry and go see."

Holding a well-brewed bowl of medicine, Chang Geng entered his young yifu's chamber.

The room only had a single dimly-lit oil lamp, and its glow was the size of a bean - similar to that of a firefly.

Shen Shiliu was sitting by the window. Most of his face was hidden in the shadow of the lamp, only a portion of it was visible, and he appeared to have fallen asleep. He did not wear a hair-crown, so his hair was scattered all over. He had two small beauty marks the color of cinnabar, one resting under the corner of his eye and the other on his earlobe. Both looked as if a needle had created them.

The meager source of light in the room was all taken in by this pair of beauty marks, making them almost too blinding.

Watching him under the light, Shen Shiliu's charm seemed to have multiplied three times more than usual.