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“Don’tyoubelieveintraditionalmedicine?Samuelraisedhiseyebrows.
“Traditionalmedicinehasbeenpasseddownforthousandsofyears.”
“I<b>do</b>,<b>”</b>Emeliereplied.“Ibelieveintheprofundityof traditionalmedicine.That’swhyIthinkMr.Swansoncouldn’thaveeasilymasteredthisability.”
otherwise,traditionalmedicinewouldbetooeasy.
Todiscemherphysicalconditionbyreadingherpulse,onewouldhaveto<b>be</b><b>a</b>medicalgenius
Itwouldbeimpossiblewithoutdecadesofdedicatedstudy.
Samuelwas<b>a</b>lecturerandcouldnothavedevotedhimselffullytothis.
Samuelsmiledandadmittedreadily,“yes,Icannotreadpulsesatall
Emeliewhispered,“Youlied.”
Samuellookedather.“Iliedbecause<b>I</b>believeyouwon’t.”
Enellefrownedinvoluntarily.
Samuel,someoneshe<b>had</b>knownforlessthanamonth,believedandhelpedher.WhataboutWilliam?
Heeventhoughtshewouldlieabouthavingamiscantage.
Emeliestruggledtoswallow,taldingthebeerfromSamuel’s<b>hand</b>.Samueltried<b>to</b>snatchitback.
Emelieavoidedhim.“Iwanttodrinknow,Mr.Swanson,drinkwithme.”
Samueldisapproved.
ButEmelieneededanoutlettoventherfrustrationsoverthesepastfewdays.
Fatigued,hergazewasunfocused,addingatouchofcharmasshelookedathim
“Aren’tyousort of<b>a</b>doctor,Mr.<b>Swanson</b>?Ifanythinghappens,<b>you</b><b>can</b>savethe<b>day</b><b>.</b>”
Whatkindofjokewasthis?Samuelhadnochoice.“Threebottles,atmost.”
Theydrankonthesmallbalcony.
EmelieandMonachosetorentthisceprimarilybecauseofitsgreatviewofthebalcony.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.
They<b>each</b><b>had</b><b>a</b>chairwith<b>a</b><b>six</b>–packofbeersonthefloor.
Samuelopenedonebutonlytookafewsips:
Emeliedrankslowlybutsteadily,onebottleafteranotherinsilence,drowningherselt.
Whenshereachedthefourthbottle,Samuelfrowned.“That’senough.”
ButEmeliepointedatabuildingoutsideandsaid,“Whenwefirstmovedin,thatbuilding<b>wasn’t</b>there.
“Fromthisbalcony,wecouldseethemooneverynight.Afteritwentup,themoongotblocked.”
Samuellookedather.“ButIcanseethemoon”
Emelie respondedwith<b>a</b>puzzledhum.
<b>Samuel</b>shiftedcloser.“Ifyouwanttoseethemoon,lookintomyeyes.”
Emelielookedathim,slightlyamused.“AreyousuggestingIseemyselfreflectedinyoureyes?
Themoon,hiddenwithin.
H
Samueughed.“No,lookatthelightsreflectedinmylenses,coundlikethemoon.”
Emelleleanedclosertosee.Indeed,thebalcony’swhitelightswerereflected<b>in</b><b>his</b>lenses.
Roundspotsoflight,<b>just</b>likethemoon.
Emellescaredforalongtime.
WhenthepolicetookRonanaway,shedidn’tfeellikecrying,
<b>When</b>shesawGreta’seyes,piemingallhopeonher,shestilldidn’tfeellikecrying.
Evenatthehospital,hearingDaphne’swordsandleamingthetruth,shedidn’tfeellikecrying.
ButlookingatSamuel’s<b>“</b>moon‘now,asouclumpsuddenlyroseinherthroat.
Before shecouldreact,tearsspilledfromhereyes.
Andthen,liketherainoutside,theywouldn’tstopfalling
Deepdown,shewishedtherewassomeoprotectherthewaysheprotectedothers.
Tohavesomeonehelpherinsteadofalwaysrelyingsolelyonherself.
SeringSamuel,shethoughtofMnie.
renviedher
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Jealousofthecarefreelivesthosepamperedandprotectedgirlswereliving.