Yin Qianshuang was an orphan, and her earliest memory was a scent—the smell of medicinal decoction. She'd been…
Yin Qianshuang was an orphan, and her earliest memory was a scent—the smell of medicinal decoction. She'd been frail and sickly since she was little, so when her older peers went out, she was always left behind at the clinic, bored and flipping through medical books. She loved the fresh, earthy aroma of herbs, but hated the bitter smell they turned into after being boiled into medicine. For the longest time, she felt like she herself smelled like nothing but medicinal decoction.