The interior of the medicine shop looked much more reliable than its exterior.
At first, James had worried that the place might be too dirty for their young master to even get treated. But now, looking around, he saw the clean, traditional layout—very much in the Chinese style. The central focus was a wooden medicine cabinet, and the space had an air of an old Beijing courtyard house, much like the apothecaries from ancient times.
Carl, with his calm, indifferent gaze, scanned the surroundings, his eyes falling on a piece of calligraphy and painting. His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist.
Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.”
“Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips.
Amelia’s eyes glimm
