Mu Qing glared at him with a touch of annoyance, "Stretch out your hand."
Chu Ge stepped forward and sat down next to her, maintaining the distance of a seat's width, and extended his wrist towards her.
He had not noticed before, but now upon closer inspection at proximity, it became clear that trace signs of aging had indeed left their mark on Mu Qing's face.
Crow's feet had begun to appear at the corners of her eyes. However, for her age, these wrinkles were faint and compared to others of her age, she looked well maintained.
A cool sensation came from the wrist, and Mu Qing placed three fingers on her pulse, teasingly saying, "I've heard you can also take pulses and perform acupuncture; how come you haven't diagnosed yourself?"
