Peter did not chase her when she turned toward the side door of Melody Paradise.He only watched her breathing from behind. The pill worked faster than expected, but the Qi that had returned to his fingertips opened a new question. To confirm it, he needed to check her pulse or the breathing point near her collarbone, not because of any dirty thought, but because her body had just shown something that should not appear in a world with Qi this thin.“Stop for a moment,” Peter said.She turned back impatiently. “What now? Are you going to say the next price is higher?”“Give me your hand.”“For what?”“To check your pulse.”The parking attendant, unwilling to lose the show, whistled at once. “Bro, your sales method is improving. From pills to holding hands.”Several people laughed. Peter did not respond. She looked at his hand, then his face, then the people around them. She knew her body had improved. She also knew admitting it in front of these people meant giving victory to the medic