It was Yan Qing's first time in Pharmacist's Wish's room.
Unlike Shang Xinlei's meticulously decorated room, Pharmacist's Wish's room was purely a storage space, with walls covered in armor and weapons, and the floor stacked with jars and bottles of wine. The whole room was filled with a strong aroma of liquor, as if staying too long might make one drunk.
This room perfectly reflected Pharmacist's Wish's character—raising a glass full of cheer, putting it down ready to fight. She inherited the martial legacy of the Zhou Kingdom, embodying a warrior living on the edge of death from head to toe.
The only thing out of place was the desk, piled high with books in a disorderly fashion, clearly not for decoration but frequently read, each book placed back without care after being read.
Yan Qing was surprised to learn that Pharmacist's Wish actually had a hobby for reading?
Looks can be deceiving; he thought Pharmacist's Wish was the type to say, 'Books? What the hell for?'
