Du Ruxue sat alone for an entire night. Unlike before, when she would diligently study and cultivate, she just sat there quietly, her mind entirely free of other thoughts.
When dawn broke, she went up the mountain to gather firewood as she always did, only without the secret, quiet expectation she usually carried in her heart.
That expectation seemed to have died within her, extinguished by the wind like a tiny flame.
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