In that distant place, Linger, Xiaoyan, and Ziling found a tranquil valley where a stream meandered gently and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, creating a veritable paradise. They built a few modest wooden cabins there, living a simple and peaceful life. However, their various past experiences in Jianghu remained deeply branded in their hearts, often surging into their thoughts during the quiet of night.
Linger often sat on a large boulder in front of her wooden cabin, gazing blankly at the sky. A trace of faint sorrow flickered in her eyes as bits and pieces of her time with Xu Tiancai constantly surfaced in her mind. Those days of fighting side by side, those moments spent lingering on the edge of life and death, had now become her most cherished memories. Unconsciously, she played with a magic wand in her hand—a gift Xu Tiancai had once given her. Whenever she looked at it, a wave of warmth and strength welled up in Linger's heart.
Xiaoyan, meanwhile, devoted all her time to growing flowers, tending plants, and studying medicine. She cleared a small garden around her cabin and planted it with a wide variety of exotic flowers and rare herbs. Whenever the first rays of morning sunlight spilled over the garden, Xiaoyan would weave through it, meticulously tending to the flora as if they were her own children. Using the medical skills she had learned, she also treated illnesses and healed injuries for villagers from nearby settlements, earning their deep res…
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