The river breeze blew in from the front, carrying with it a faint, damp mist. A figure in white stood at the bow of the boat, her gaze calm yet distant. Suddenly, Muyin remembered the first time she had ever taken a boat—it had been with Alin, heading to an uninhabited, barren island.
On that island grew an extremely rare plant—no, it should be said to be one of a kind. Of course, Alin had gone to all that trouble for Lan Ruoxue. In Alin's eyes, helping a good friend was an inescapable responsibility; though she hated trouble, she would never refuse to help someone she wanted to help simply because it was troublesome.
Muyin sighed softly. Now, no matter how beautiful the scenery along the banks might be, she no longer had the heart to appreciate it...
Chapter 50