As she walked into the pharmacy, Yu Xiaoxiao's eyes filled with reminiscence. A captivating smile graced her face as she gazed at the familiar surroundings.
Feng Hao looked up, suspicious. "Alright, spit it out. What brings you all the way out here?"
"Can't I come just to visit?" Yu Xiaoxiao gave a faint smile and sat gracefully on the sofa, remarking, "This place of yours isn't half bad, actually. It's quiet. Relaxing."
Feng Hao was speechless. "You might be relaxed," he said irritably, "but I'm a nervous wreck."
"Heh heh." Yu Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and chuckled. "Am I that terrifying?"
"Terrifying? That doesn't even begin to cover it." Feng Hao said with a straight face. "I still have a very vivid memory of how horrifying that Sword Qi was."
"Look at you, all scared." Yu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she seemed to recall her own predicament back then. "I'm mainly here for the Snow Frost Ointment this time."
