After their last tea gathering, 'she' started visiting 'him' frequently again. Sometimes 'she' used 'her' identity as the boss's daughter to cut in line and see 'him', bringing 'him' homemade pastries and chatting with 'him' for a few moments in the clinic. Sometimes 'she' would drive to the clinic and wait for 'him' to finish 'his' shift, using the pretext of asking questions to go to a teahouse with 'him' for tea and conversation—often spending the entire afternoon together.

'He' often couldn't bear to refuse 'her', but 'he' only maintained a friendship, not revealing any affection, and often took the opportunity to tell 'her' about spiritual practice. But 'she' clearly had no interest in that area and always found a way to switch to 'her' interesting topics. What troubled 'him' more was 'she' often called 'him' brother, which made 'him' a bit embarrassed.

That afternoon, 'she' again took a carriage to the clinic to wait for 'him' to finish 'his' outpatient clinic, then invited 'him' to go shopping, which 'he' agreed to as 'he' had nothing else to do.

The two of them strolled along a bustling street near the clinic, lined with shops on both sides, with people coming and going, very lively. As they walked and talked, 'she' suddenly took 'his' hand, and 'he' quickly let go.

"Ah?" 'She' was slightly surprised by 'his' reaction.
"Miss, you..." 'He' looked at 'her' in surprise.
"It's natural for a sister to hold her brother's hand!" 'She' pouted and said coquettishly.
"Well... that depends on how old the siblings are!" 'He' smiled bitterly.
"What's the big deal, stingy! Hmph!" 'She' turned around, pouting, and walked away on 'her' own.

'He' and 'she' maintained this ambiguous relationship for quite some time, and even the clinic staff gossiped about their ambiguity.