Shen Qing rubbed her fingertips against the glass vial, the rose essential oil swirling inside to refract glimmers of gold. Outside the window, the cicadas began their chorus. Gazing at the amber liquid, she was suddenly reminded of the Blue Flower Garden in Kucha three years ago, where gold sand had seeped into the roots of the blue flowers along with the morning dew.
Back then, she had crouched by the damp earth, watching the blue flowers sprout under the nourishment of the gold sand; the dewdrops clinging to their leaves seemed to hold the stars within them. Medicinal herbs from different lands always sparked unexpected vitality when brought together.
"It might work."
Chapter 143