In a rare victory, Atra Blanc smiled, a hint of pride on her face.
She gently stroked the cat’s head and said, "It’s not just because of that. Our family has a habit of using traditional dicine nas. Pinky is a kind of traditional dicine, made by washing and processing gluten with wheat bran. The sedinted starch is called Pinky, which can replenish energy. If you have boils or burns, mix Pinky with vinegar into a paste, steam it a bit, and apply it to the sores; it’s very effective."
Clyde Sumrs said, "So Atra is also a traditional dicine na?"
"Of course."
"What can Atra treat?"
"In the ’Essentials of dicine,’ it’s recorded to clear excess heat and remove blood heat."
Clyde laughed, "Just perfect for my condition."
Atra was slightly stunned, looking at him, "You have a condition?"
Clyde: "..."
How does this girl always manage to choke him with a single sentence?
Clyde coughed awkwardly, changing the topic, "Naming like this is quite interesting... Are there other people in your family with nas from traditional dicine?"
"There are a lot." Atra seriously listed, "For example, my dad’s na is Gentian Blanc. ’Gentian’ is bitterwort. My aunt’s na is Jasmine Blanc, ’Jasmine’ is a little white flower, useful for treating stomach pain and hepatitis."
"Jasmine Blanc is your aunt?" Clyde rembered the woman who appeared on that street behind the school every evening at dusk to clear away the dicine dregs.
No choice, the sll of traditional dicine is never popular, so she took a few extra steps to throw the dregs into the garbage dumps where there were no residents nearby.
Atra was surprised, "You know my aunt?"
"I don’t know her, just heard others ntion her, saying she’s beautiful," Clyde replied.
"Of course my aunt is beautiful!" Atra felt a sense of pride, smiling happily.
But this smile didn’t last long, slowly fading away.
She lowered her gaze, lightly sighed, and said with a nostalgic tone, "My aunt is about to get married, to a place far away. It might be hard for to see her in the future..."
"What’s so scary about distance? Just go see her when you want," Clyde was unconcerned.
Atra glared at him, "It’s not as easy as you say. Even taking a train would take several days."
Clyde laughed, "See, this just ans you’re lazy."
Atra didn’t look at him, mumbling, "You don’t understand anything at all."
"I get it. You’re a young girl, and it’s inconvenient to travel far alone, right?" Clyde said leisurely, "But you can always call. Believe it or not, in the future, every household will have a phone. Also, Kingsley City is already building an airport, and Clearwater will surely have one too eventually. You can fly anywhere you want."
Atra couldn’t help but laugh, "You sure dream big."
"This isn’t dreaming big; it’s called foresight," Clyde smiled confidently. "Tis are constantly progressing, and we should look at things with a developntal perspective."
Atra felt he was being slick again; she didn’t care and smiled a little.
Holding the cat in silence for a while, she kept recalling Clyde’s words, sohow feeling touched. She nodded, "You’re right. Everything will keep getting better."
In the distance, the sun was already dipping westward. The evening glow reflected in the river, as if the water had been poured with rich, colorful paint, flowing endlessly with dazzling brilliance.
Holding her cat, Atra stood up to bid Clyde farewell; it was ti for her to go back.
"Leaving already?" Clyde propped up his arms to sit up, squinting at her, "I saved your cat—aren’t you planning to repay ?"
Atra hesitated for a while, then nodded seriously and said, "Alright, just tell what you want. As long as I can help, I’ll do my best to help you!"
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