The broken arrow fragments vanished into golden light, along with the cold, white snow on the mountaintop.

In an instant, the world changed, the stars shifted, towering peaks became flat lakes, winding paths turned into meandering streams, vegetation flourished, wild animals chased and played, and all things were full of life.

A butterfly with colorful wings landed on Nan Xian's head. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked up, startled, and the butterfly fluttered its wings and flew away. Her gaze followed it instinctively, and then she slowly opened her eyes wide.

To her astonishment, she found herself lying in the middle of a giant flower in the middle of the lake. The tender pink petals were softly unfolded, and the stamens were densely clustered together, like a large bed enveloping her, exuding a delicate fragrance.

Upon closer inspection, the flower looked remarkably like the guiding flower at the entrance of the cave, only on a much larger scale.

Nan Xian carefully stood up, and the flower was surprisingly stable, without wobbling at all.

She looked left and right but couldn't find a way to get ashore, and couldn't help but feel worried.

Just then, her vision blurred, and when she looked down, a strangely shaped leaf appeared before her, as long as her arm. One end was wide and flat, while the other end was thin and round. Putting aside its color and material, it looked remarkably like a paddle.

She picked it up and tentatively waded it into the water. The flower, which had been firmly planted, was easily propelled and slowly moved toward the shore.

Nan Xian looked at the "oar" in her hand, then at the suddenly changed scenery before her, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her—

Could it be that I've entered a dream again?

Thinking to herself, "Faster," she slid her hands along the leaf oars, and sure enough, the flowers moved even faster.

Having confirmed her suspicions, she felt confident and played freely on the lake until she got tired of it and went ashore.

The vegetation on the shore was so dense that there was almost no place to step, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, the vegetation automatically parted to make way for her.

Nan Xian walked along the path into the woods, and along the way, small fruit trees stretched out branches laden with fruit to her: red cherries, yellow kumquats, green dates, and vines woven into a wreath of small flowers that were placed on her head.

"Thank you, thank you, that's more than enough, you can keep some for yourselves!" She held the flowers in her left hand and carried the heavy flower basket in her right, saying helplessly to the vines that were still stuffing things into her arms, "I really can't carry any more!"

Hearing her say that, they stopped moving and slowly shrank back.

Nan Xian continued walking forward.

As she walked, she gradually noticed some strange things.

For some reason, walking on this path, she always felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had walked this path countless times before.

This strange feeling instantly turned into a sudden realization when she saw the small wooden house at the end of the path.

Everything here—the lakes, the flowers, the grass, the paths—she had dreamed of it all.

In that dream about her past life, when "she" transformed from a red fox into a human, she built the first home for herself.

This is the little wooden house.

At this moment, it stands there quietly, the ivy-covered roof welcoming the sunlight, a few fallen leaves resting on the steps at the entrance, and pink guiding flowers blooming on both sides of the handrail.

It is waiting for its owner.