Qiuling lay in bed. Despite her ghastly pale face, her eyes were as bright as stars. And she was staring at Feng Wu eagerly.
Feng Wu looked back at her and sighed. "You were not born with the most suitable quality for cultivation."
Qiuling had heard it more than once from her mistress, but it still hurt to hear it now.
"Even with herbal baths, your physical quality can't be changed."
Qiuling was on the verge of breaking into tears.
"But β" Feng Wu smiled a little at Qiuling. "Give me your hand now."
Qiuling looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment, but still did as told.
Feng Wu rested her fingers on Qiuling's wrist for a few seconds and a mix of surprise and comprehension flickered in her eyes.
"Miss?" Qiuling looked at Feng Wu in wonder.
Why was her mistress looking at her like that? It was kind of scary.
Feng Wu smiled a little. "Qiuling, I finally see what 'a blessing in disguise' is. I've been too gentle with you."
