"Do you think that's a divine medicine?" Chen Zhong stretched out his hand and patted her head, "Haste makes waste. Your foundation is too poor. You'll have to take it for at least two years before seeing any effect."
Is this a blow?
Tang Yuxin touched her face. Actually, she really didn't want to eat it anymore, because she didn't believe too much in it.
What pill in this world could magically make people fairer, prettier, and even smell better after eating it?
She had decided not to believe Chen Zhong anymore. She was perfectly fine, why should she take any medicine? But, when the night drew in and it was time to sleep, she found her hand reaching into the jar out of habit, lifting a pill out, and popping it into her mouth as if it were a jellybean.
It was not until she swallowed the pill that she realized she had decided not to take the medicine any more. But she took it anyway.