Chapter 8: With fallen petals drifting with the current, whe

d took a look around; the room wasn't big but was simply furnished. The two small beds were clean. Overall, it was much better than the crowded employee dormitories—this place felt like five-star trea...Chapter 8 Drifting with the Flow, Where Can There Be Affection

Hearing a sound of something falling to the ground, Qǐ Lín suddenly looked up and saw that all the white plum blossoms in Yù Méi's arms had scattered on the floor. Yù Méi's body, which had been spinning with the wind, stopped at the moment her hands were outstretched. Her gaze was fixed on some point in the night sky, like a fallen butterfly, quietly lying motionless on the ground.

She once heard that when people are about to die, they only remember their happiest moments. Perhaps this White Plum Garden is the last memory she has left. Qǐ Lín walked over and could still see white mist emanating from Yù Méi's mouth. Yù Méi’s lips moved slightly, and as Qǐ Lín bent down closer, she heard what she was saying.

"I am... Yuemei, I like... White Plum, I like... Like... Yun..."

The last word was yet to be finished when Yu Mei had already lost her breath, but her eyes were still fixated on the night sky. A silent tear traced down her cheek. Qí Lín helplessly shook her head and reached out to close Yu Mei's eyes. She picked up the scattered white plum blossoms and placed them in Yu Mei’s hand. Then she carefully folded the handkerchief and put it gently into Yu Mei’s embrace.

Just as Qí Lín was worried about how to take her back, a voice with a hint of resentment suddenly came from behind: "This is a capital offense, do you know"

"I've already died once." Qí Lín smiled and looked back at Mai Dong, asking, "How did you find me here"

Mai Dong silently glared at Qí Lín. After that incident with the pearl nearly killing Qí Lín, she considered it a rebirth for her. She sighed slightly and said, "Don’t ask how I knew you were here. What’s important now is to carry her back. The High Priestess will be here soon; if she sees this, even ten heads wouldn't be enough to atone for your crime."

Speaking of which, Mai Dong gave Qi Lin a rap on the head and walked to Yu Mei's front, picked up the White Plum from Yu Mei’s arms, and passed it to Qi Lin, saying, "Extra items will only result in her dying horribly. You should also hurry back; otherwise, you’ll be the one to die horribly."

Qi Lin accepted the White Plum. The White Plum asked if she could pass on her cultivation techniques, but unfortunately, they couldn’t be passed down. She gave Mai Dong a grateful look and then turned around to leave. Suddenly thinking of something, Qi Lin hurriedly asked, "Right, where are the people for the sacrificial ceremony"

Cursing at Mai Dong in her mind—she knew only how to show off her agility skills. She simply wanted to ask about when that lousy sacrificial ceremony would end, but as soon as she turned around, he was gone. Qi Lin insulted Mai Dong three hundred and sixty times within her heart. Looking around, since everyone had gathered there anyway, she didn’t see Qiao Er or the others, so this was a good chance to look for Qiao Er. She hadn’t seen her in such a long time; she wondered how that girl was doing.

But when she arrived at the familiar courtyard, she found no one there. Thinking that Qiao Er and the others might have gone to see the commotion, Qi Lin forgot that Su Feng and Qiao Er loved watching commotions the most. However, with Zixue around, they wouldn’t stay for long; probably just a short while before returning, so it was best to wait.

Came to the streamside, recalling past events from when she first understood things until now, Qi Lin realized that in her life up till then, all that could be remembered were her timid and fearful mother and the spiritually endowed Xiao Bai. The only times she truly felt happy were when she was at White Tiger Mountain and with Qiao Er and others. Qi Lin sadly thought that living through nearly twenty-five years of the 21st century turned out to be like a mirage, unable to recall even one thing that made her happy.

"A dreamlike illusion, better to get drunk until dawn." Qi Lin shook her head and picked up the white plum blossoms, saying, "What is it in this world that makes people willing to die for I definitely can’t achieve such a level."

After slightly mocking herself, Qi Lin began plucking the plum blossoms one by one and scattering them into the stream. Wasn't there a saying that "the flowers have intentions but the water does not" Today she would let these falling petals drift with the current to see if they could find a place to rest where the flowing water might hold back the drifting flowers.rn of the Pearl Princess to win the competition, for this one time, I’ll reluctantly collaborate with you." Qi Lin lowered her gaze and looked at Bu Yao disdainfully.Qi Lin smiled upon hearing that. S...