It's like an old friend returning home.
Yan Dan stepped on the clouds and passed through the South Heavenly Gate with ease. Under the corridor, the white tiger guarding the gate was snoring and dozing off. The guard on the side only glanced at her before leaning against the pillar and going back to sleep.
Back when the evil gods still existed, the four cardinal directions would have been heavily guarded, and there would never have been a situation where spirit beasts and guards were dozing off together. It can be seen that even gods are just like mortals, born in hardship and dying in comfort.
She walked through the corridor and turned west, where her master, the Primordial Eternal Emperor, resided.
Yan Dan was unsure how to appear before her master. Should she announce her arrival first, or descend silently from the sky? Although a thousand years had passed, her appearance hadn't changed much. Surely her master wouldn't fail to recognize her? She walked along the path, and could see the glazed tiles of her master's immortal residence in the distance.
She quickened her pace, when suddenly a pale blue figure rushed towards her from around the corner, nearly colliding with her. Yan Dan stopped, her eyes catching the figure's face. She paused, startled: "Eh, aren't you that Dragon King Ao Guang from the East Sea..."
"Ao Xuan." The other person paused, then suddenly seemed thoughtful. "Didn't you jump into the cycle of reincarnation? Why are you back here?"
Yan Dan couldn't help but think to herself, Ao Xuan is truly a talent. After so long, when he met her, he not only recognized her immediately as not being Zhi Xi, but also calmly asked her why she had come back again.
"With your current cultivation level, only the gatekeepers outside would mistake you for a fairy. But back then, you dared to skip seven lifetimes of reincarnation, which made you quite famous in the Heavenly Court." Compared to back then, Ao Xuan has grown much taller, but his words are still as sarcastic as ever.
Yan Dan wasn't angry at being teased a couple of times. She smiled and said, "I've come back to see my master. Young Master Ao, farewell." She had just turned around when she heard Ao Xuan say behind her, "Please wait."
Yan Dan curled her lips, knowing that Ao Xuan was arrogant and would always pick on someone to hurt them with his words. They had never been friends before, and now that they had met, they were exchanging a few words, so she could guess that there must be another reason: "Is there anything else?"
Ao Xuan smiled slightly: "It's like this. I heard that after the divine artifact, Di Zhi, was taken out, Ye Lan Mountain was destroyed. It must have been a bitterly cold place, lacking water and rain. As you know, I am a member of the East Sea aquatic tribe, and the water of our East Sea never dries up. This is actually because of those few Water Stabilizing Pearls. I happen to have one on hand. I wonder if you need it?"
Yan Dan asked in surprise, "You're being so kind? There must be some other conditions, right?"
"This is it. If you were to exchange it for a Water-Stabilizing Pearl, it would be well worth it." Ao Xuan took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over.
Yan Dan took the paper, glanced at it quickly, and stammered, "Drunken Pleasure? This...this is a sleeping potion, or an aphrodisiac? Uh, no, what do you need this for? You're supposed to be a Celestial Lord, aren't you?"
Ao Xuan remained expressionless and spoke in a flat tone: "Did you see clearly? This is Zuihuan's prescription. It does have aphrodisiac properties. The ingredients are clearly listed on it. Just follow this."
Yan Danzhen wanted to throw the paper in his face, and almost squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "It says here that it needs four-leaf lotus petals, which means the ingredients still depend on me?"
Ao Xuan tacitly agreed.
"What's that behind it? Fire Qilin blood? Don't you know that Patriarch Bodhi raised that ferocious Qilin like his son? You want me to bleed it?!"
Ao Xuan glanced at her indifferently: "I know. If you succeed in making Drunken Joy, come find me at my master, the Antarctic Immortal. A mere Water-Stabilizing Pearl is nothing."
Yan Dan remembered that at this time, her master was mostly in the study teaching his disciples to read and write with a ruler. Then, he would nitpick and punish a few by making them copy scriptures. She was always very careful at that time, but she was never missed when it came to copying scriptures.
She had just been peeking out of the study when her eyes met those of the majestic immortal lord, who was pacing inside and lightly tapping the back of his hand with a ruler. She immediately blurted out, "Master! Master!" His authority was still palpable; she indeed vividly remembered being punished by copying scriptures hundreds of times a thousand years ago. Back then, she truly believed she would spend her entire life sitting at a desk with a pen in hand.
When the master saw her, he was taken aback at first, then shouted, "You brat, you finally know to come back now? Get your ass in here right now!"
Master, it's really unbecoming of you to use such foul language...
Yan Dan was very obedient and immediately went into the study, grinning, "Master, I'm not a little rabbit, I'm a little lotus! Don't bully the rabbit! Ah, Master, you seem to have gotten younger." She looked around and saw that the furnishings in the study were still similar to those of years ago, except that the person kneeling and listening to her teachings had changed.
As they were talking, a junior disciple with a topknot shaped like ram's horns peeked up. The master didn't turn around, and smacked the junior disciple on the head with his ruler: "Write down what you memorized today fifty times."
Yan Dan immediately said, "Master has really put a lot of thought into this; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to develop such beautiful handwriting."
He snorted, "You only have two characters that you write beautifully. Of all the disciples I've taught, you're the most useless." As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the study, saying, "Let's sit and talk in the courtyard."
Yan Dan followed her master to the stone table in the courtyard. There, she saw a teapot and teacups on the table. She immediately poured herself a cup of tea, knelt down, and held the teacup above her head, saying, "Master."
The master snorted heavily again, took the cup, and said with a pained expression, "What a waste of my high regard for you! I taught you everything, thinking you would amount to something. Why did you have to jump into the Seven Reincarnations Path when there are so many things to do? What do you think that place is? A place where people who have committed serious crimes are thrown down? And you actually jumped down like an idiot?"
Yan Dan lowered her voice: "I know I was wrong..."
"Although I am a bit strict with you on a regular basis, I have always been protective of my own. So what if they are fairies under Lord Yingyuan? Do you think I am afraid of Lord Yingyuan?"
Yan Dan was immediately embarrassed. If her master knew the inside story, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.
"I said you have the aptitude to become an immortal, and that's true! You...you're really going to drive me crazy!"
"Actually... Master, cough, I never really grasped those Zen principles of Prajna and Wuji before. I secretly flipped through the books you kept on your desk, and that's how I was able to answer the difficult questions every time. I really don't have any talent..."
"Do you think your master is senile? Of course I know your little tricks. If you could comprehend the myriad things of the universe, wouldn't you be just like those sages? Would I still be your master? You might as well be the master!"
Yan Dan thought for a moment and then said, "Master, there's something else you probably don't know. The ivory-white crystal cup that you used to love the most wasn't broken by Senior Brother. I broke it and then blamed it on him. I originally wanted to use my magic to repair it, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't get it back to the way it was before."
"I don't think that kid Tan Zhuo did this, but he didn't implicate you, so let's just let it go."
It's not that Senior Brother Tan Zhuo didn't want to tell the truth, it's just that Master didn't give him a chance to say it. Yan Dan silently thought for a while, then said, "There's one more thing..."
The master placed the teacup he was holding on the stone table: "Anything else?"
“Master, the flower pot on your window originally had many flower buds, but I knocked some off, so in the end you lost to the Old Man of the South Pole in the competition to see who had more flowers.”
"...Yan Dan, why don't you just tell the truth? You were the one who smeared paste on the soles of my shoes and dug a hole in the garden and covered it with leaves, causing the Antarctic Immortal to fall in. Were all these things done by you?"
Yan Dan quickly said, "No, no, it's obvious that Second Senior Brother did all of this." As the saying goes, "It's better for me to die than for you to die, so now that I'm going to die, you might as well come with me, Second Senior Brother."
Yan Dan bid farewell to her master, intending to go to the southernmost Diya Palace to see if she could find a way to rebuild Yelan Mountain Realm. She had just left her master's immortal residence when she looked up and saw a figure. She turned around in a panic to run away, only to see that the person smiled slightly at her and called out, "Yan Dan."
Yan Dan was caught in a dilemma, turning her head away awkwardly and saying, "Tang..." But then she thought that this was not quite right and stopped. She was about to call him Ying Yuan, but then she felt that was even more wrong, so she finally called him "Emperor's Throne".
Although that person had regained his identity as a celestial lord, his mortal appearance had not changed back, so she habitually called him Tang Zhou.
"Just call me Tang Zhou, it sounds better that way."
Yan gave a dry "oh," hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Could you lend me your place for a while?"
Tang Zhou was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Of course you can take it and use it, but..." He hesitated for a moment, then said, "But I have now restored my immortal powers with it, and I'm afraid I can't restore Yelan Mountain to its original state with just Di Zhi."
Yan Dan knew things wouldn't be that easy in this world. After much deliberation, she decided that she could only do as Ao Xuan said. Having her pluck the flower petals was a minor matter, but the next task was far more difficult. The Bodhi Patriarch was a formidable figure, and Ao Xuan probably wouldn't dare offend him easily, which was why he entrusted the task to her—truly killing two birds with one stone.
Suddenly, Tang Zhou sighed: "Yan Dan?"
The sound snapped her back to reality: "What?"
Tang Zhou said helplessly, "I called you several times, but you didn't hear me."
Yan Dan glanced at him, somewhat confused by his attitude. He should have been avoiding her like the plague. Even if so much time had passed and the love and hate of yesteryear had faded, the things that had happened were still there; how could she pretend nothing had occurred?
She couldn't remain unmoved by either hatred or praise.
Tang Zhou lowered his head and said after a moment, "If there's anything I can help you with, I will definitely do so."
Yan Dan turned her head away and looked into the distance. The Nine Heavens were shrouded in mist, and from a distance, all she could see was a hazy expanse of fog. The mist was the same as it had been years ago, and the palace was the same as it had been years ago, but she was no longer the same.
In this world, the thing she least wanted to accept was Tang Zhou's favor, whether it was sympathy or repayment. But if it was for the sake of Yelan Mountain, then it was a different story.
She turned to look at Tang Zhou: "I want the blood of the Fire Qilin, do you have a way to help me?"
The celestial attendant under the Bodhi Patriarch frowned and said, "Patriarch, you have gone on a long journey and I'm afraid you won't be back for at least ten days or half a month."
Yan Dan thought that she had already been delayed for almost an hour when she arrived at the Heavenly Court. The mortal world must have undergone earth-shattering changes. If she waited for ten days or half a month, the mortal world might even have changed dynasties.
Tang Zhou said calmly, "We're here to see the fire qilin, so there's no need to wait for you to return, sir."
Yan Dan couldn't help but think to herself, "Is he going to say that after they see the Qilin, they should cut it open and bleed it?" The celestial child immediately relaxed his furrowed brow and exclaimed joyfully, "Great! Your Majesty, you've come at just the right time! That beast... no, that spirit beast is throwing a tantrum and refusing to eat. If the Ancestor sees us when he gets back, he'll punish us!"
“I used to play with that Qilin when I was little, so it’s quite close to me.” Tang Zhou followed the fairy boy to the courtyard behind the fairy residence, glanced ahead, and said lightly, “It seems that the Qilin has grown quite a bit recently.”
Yan Dan's eyes widened. The immortal boy chuckled dryly, bowed slightly, and took two steps back: "Your Majesty, the immortal fruit is right here. Please remember to feed it..."
Hearing human voices, the Qilin tied to the rock suddenly turned its massive body, its round, bell-like eyes glaring angrily at the uninvited guest for a moment before bursting forth with a burst of flames. Yan Dan quickly jumped back a few steps, only to see the celestial child running away frantically, crying out, "This beast even dares to burn Emperor Qingli! It's terrifying!!"
Tang Zhou stepped forward and patted its back. The Qilin raised its head, slowly narrowed its eyes, and breathed out a few more flames. He moved his hand up to the Qilin's neck and stroked it again. The Qilin slowly lowered its body, lay down lazily, and closed its eyes. Tang Zhou smiled slightly and turned to Yan Dan, saying, "You should pet it too, so it won't get angry when you make that cut later."
Yan Dan approached hesitantly, tentatively extending a hand: "Will it bite?" Although this was the first time she had seen such an ancient auspicious beast, she had read about it many times in books. Qilin were voracious eaters, and they would gnaw on anything they bit, bones and all. She only had two arms, and she didn't want to lose either one.
Qilin glared at her fiercely without moving, and Yan Dan's hands trembled more and more violently. In the end, Tang Zhou couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed her wrist, pressing it against Qilin's back.
The touch was exceptionally warm and comfortable. Yan Dan casually stroked its back a few times, and the auspicious beast finally closed its eyes and obediently stopped moving.
Tang Zhouzheng drew half of his sword with a thud and asked nonchalantly, "How much blood do you want?"
Yan Dan hurriedly pressed down on the scabbard: "It's only a dozen drops, why did you draw your sword?" As soon as she finished speaking, the auspicious beast slowly raised its head, leaned in, and gently licked her cheek with its tongue, spitting out a few small sparks from its nostrils. Yan Dan froze instantly, then jumped up abruptly after a short while: "It...it actually licked me!"
Tang Zhou plucked a leaf from the Monstera deliciosa, gently made a small cut on the Qilin's leg, letting the Qilin's blood drip onto the leaf, and said calmly, "It's female."
Yan Dan wiped her face repeatedly with her sleeve, angrily saying, "It's all sticky drool!"
Tang Zhou tore off half of his sleeve and wrapped it around the wound on the mythical beast's leg. Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed her chin with one hand, and slowly lowered his head. Yan Dan was startled by the warm breath on her face and raised her hand to strike without hesitation. Tang Zhou didn't blink and grabbed her wrist, but when he saw the angry expression on her face, he suddenly let go.
The slap landed cleanly and decisively on his face.
Agarwood crumbs
Tang Zhou turned his face slightly, his eyes dark and unfathomable, like the shifting light and shadow.
Yan Dan slowly clenched her fingers under her sleeve, feeling her body tremble slightly, unsure whether it was anger or fear. She had always thought Ying Yuan was heartless towards her, but that was nobody's fault but her own; relationships were supposed to be a matter of mutual consent. But what kind of drama was this? This fickleness—was it really that interesting?
After a long while, she heard Tang Zhou say softly, as if whispering, "Yan Dan, I miss you so much."
"I know you traded half your heart for my eyes. For a time, I did mistake you for Zhixi. But when I saw you by the Jade Pool, I knew it was you."
Yan smiled faintly: "I see." She thought for a moment, then added: "It's okay, I did it willingly back then, you don't need to worry about it."
Tang Zhou was slightly taken aback, his expression gradually darkening as he whispered, "Yan Dan, I think I've fallen for you. A long, long time ago, when even I didn't know it myself."
"The one you like is Yan Dan, who was always there to talk to you when you couldn't see, and who eventually healed your eyes. Not me, never have been, and never will be." She thought for a moment. "Back then, only I was there for you, but things changed when you recovered. Even now, you just regret that I jumped the cycle of reincarnation in front of you back then."
Tang Zhou chuckled softly: "So you think I've reached the point where I don't even understand my own feelings anymore? When you smile, you have a dimple on your right cheek, and the corners of your eyes curve, as if you're smiling from the bottom of your heart. I won't mistake you for Zhixi."
The Diya Palace remained deserted and empty, with few people ever visiting it.
Yan Dan walked past the corner of the corridor, and when she saw the dark figure in front of her, she suddenly took several steps back and asked in a trembling voice, "What... what's going on?"
Tang Zhou stopped in his tracks, his tone calm: "Hmm? That's the Ghost King, haven't you seen him before?"
Yan Dan stamped her foot: "I know it's the Ghost King, but I'm asking you how it got here?"
Perhaps her voice was too loud, for the Ghost King, who was silently kneeling on the ground wiping the bluestone bricks, looked up and stared blankly at her, his eyes empty. Yan Dan shuddered again and hurried past him: He must have done it on purpose, pretending to be nonchalant the whole time, making her unable to vent her anger.
Entering the library, Tang Zhou opened the window beside him and saw a pond of clear water. It wasn't lotus season yet, and the lotus leaves, huddled together, looked all the more verdant and lovely. Yan Dan leaned out of the window, looking out, and smiled slightly: "I remember there wasn't originally a lotus pond here."
"The lotus flowers here have been planted for a long time, but they have never bloomed before. I wonder if they will bloom this year?"
Yan sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't think so. Yingyuan, let's talk things out. What's the point of pretending nothing happened? Even though it's been a long time, what happened in the past can't be erased... It's not like practicing calligraphy, where you can tear up the paper and rewrite it if you don't write well."
She reached out and closed the carved window, concealing the view outside. She walked to the desk and picked up the exquisitely carved sandalwood incense burner: "Back then, I truly admired you, Yingyuan-jun. Even in the underworld, I couldn't forget you… I originally thought I would die in the River of Oblivion, unable to forget my past, unable to reincarnate, only to become one of those ghostly corpses below. I've never forgotten these things, and I fear I never will. But so what?"
Yan Dan lifted the lid of the agarwood burner and said softly, "Put the whole piece of agarwood in. With just a tiny spark, it will start burning and won't stop until it's reduced to fine dust. Then you can replace it with a new piece and continue burning. But once the agarwood is reduced to dust, it won't burn no matter how you try to light it with a tinderbox. Like this piece of agarwood, I've already burned it to fine dust, and there won't even be a glimmer of light left. At most, there will only be the residual heat after it's burned out."
The incense burner tilted slightly, and the agarwood ash, like dust, scattered on the ground and vanished into nothingness.
Yan Dan smiled slightly as she looked at him: "Even the last bit of warmth will one day turn completely cold, and everything will be gone, just like when we had never met..."
Tang Zhou is gone.
Yan Dan slowly slid down to sit against the wall, feeling as if she had used up all her strength. The words she had wanted to say had finally come out; in truth, all that had come and gone was attachment, but that attachment was now in the past. From this moment on, she was truly free.
The sunlight slanted in through the windowpane, casting dappled shadows on the wall, creating an indistinct and blurred effect.
Just a short while later, light footsteps approached and stopped. This person must have been following them the whole time to arrive just after Tang Zhou left. Yan Dan looked up and suddenly saw an extremely familiar face, the same face she had seen in the bronze mirror that morning.
Zhixi turned her head slightly, glanced down at her, and said, "I'm here to find a book." She walked to the desk, put down what she was holding, and turned to walk towards the rows of bookshelves.
Yan Dan stood up and noticed something on her desk: a notebook with a yellowed cover, and something seemed to be pressing down on it. She moved the notebook aside and saw a small, round mirror underneath. She was taken aback: she remembered that Zhi Xi didn't like looking in mirrors, so why would she carry this with her?
Yan Dan picked up the round mirror, and suddenly the mirror surface changed, reflecting a scene from the mortal world: a woman dressed in coarse cloth and wearing a simple hairpin was busy with household chores, while a boy beside her kept causing her trouble, and an older peasant woman stood with one hand on her hip, scolding her. The woman happened to turn her head, as if she were facing Yan Dan face to face, her face full of sorrow and bitterness.
What do you think?
Yan Dan was taken aback, immediately put down the mirror, and turned around. She saw Zhi Xi standing not far away, holding a thick book, with a mocking smile on her face: "How do you feel about the lamplighter being in such a sorry state now?"
Yan Dan suddenly felt that she had become somewhat unfamiliar, so she shook her head: "I don't feel anything, she's definitely not doing any better now than I was back then."
Zhi Xi sneered, "No, if she was only born into a poor family, that's far from enough. There are millions of people born into poverty in this world. One less of her won't make a difference, and one more of her won't make a difference either." She walked to the table, put down the heavy book, and said softly, "After she was banished to the mortal world, I went to see her."
Yan Dan vaguely guessed what was going on: "Could it be that you..."
"Yes, I unlocked her memories of her past life. She was so scared when she saw me that she almost went crazy and became mute."
"Zhixi, you did this for me, what if others find out?"
"I didn't do this for you." Zhixi raised her chin, looking quite indifferent. "And no one will know."
Yan Dan finally understood that when she watched the fireworks in Nandu that time, she had indeed seen the Lantern Fairy. Whether it was Yan Dan or Zhi Xi, she would be afraid whenever she saw her.
Zhixi tucked the round mirror into her sleeve, holding the book as she looked to the other side: "You won't be coming back here again, will you?"
"That should be the case, but you can come to the mortal realm to see me."
Zhixi bit her lip and after a long while said, "I won't come to see you. What's there to see? We've known each other for a long time."
Yan Dan lowered her head and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, we are originally from the same root, even if we don't meet..."
Still the closest person.
No one in this world is closer to each other than the other; they are bound by the same blood, a bond stronger than any promise made in words.
Yan Dan watched her retreating figure disappear before noticing the yellowed notebook still on the desk; she hadn't taken it with her. She picked it up and flipped through a couple of pages. The notebook was filled with trivial matters about their clan; she wondered where Zhi Xi had found it. But when she saw one sentence, her heart skipped a beat: "The heart of a four-leaf lotus can bring spring back to all things and cure all diseases..."
Spring is returning to all things?
She touched her heart, where it was beating slowly.
An hour has passed since we arrived in the Heavenly Court from the mortal realm. If we hurry back to Yelan Mountain now, it shouldn't take too long.
Yan Dan squeezed the Water-Stabilizing Pearl in her palm. The pearl was cool and smooth to the touch, and she could faintly see water vapor flowing within it. According to Ao Xuan, if this pearl were to fall to the ground by accident, the mortal realm would experience three months of flooding. However, if the Water-Stabilizing Pearl were placed at the bottom of a dried-up lake, a spring of fresh water would naturally form.
She walked through the winding corridor and saw the Old Man of the South Pole standing by the fish pond with his hands behind his back. He smiled and said to her as she approached, "Yan Dan, you've grown so much taller since I last saw you."
Yan Dan pouted slightly and walked to the edge of the fishpond: "Immortal, do you still want your beard?"
The Old Man of the South Pole quickly stepped back, laughing and scolding, "You little rascal... what, have you gone to see your master? He was so angry with you back then."
Yan Dan looked into the fishpond and saw the tiger-whiskered fish leaping and jumping around very fiercely: "Is Master really angry?"
"Of course, your master was eager to train a celestial being to show off, but you ruined his prestige. How could he not be angry?" The Antarctic Immortal stroked his beard. "If you had stayed at the edge of the earth for a few more days, you would have definitely advanced to the celestial rank."
"How is that possible? I know that my cultivation is so low and I don't have much more comprehension than others."
"Originally it wouldn't have worked, but with the extraordinary eye it's different. It's like gaining a thousand years of cultivation for nothing. Do you think that's enough?"
Yan Dan's heart skipped a beat, and she involuntarily stammered, "Strange...strange eyes?!"
"Yes, but a lot happened that year. Your master came to me and asked me to entrust the strange eye to Donghua Qingjun for disposal. But somehow the strange eye was lost, which caused me to be punished with three years of immortal salary. Later, even the precious nine-finned fish that I had raised for so long disappeared. When bad luck strikes, even drinking water can cause problems!"
“Isn’t the Nine-Finned Fish perfectly fine…?” Yan Dan pointed at the tiger-whiskered fish that was jumping around actively.
"This one? This one's nothing but a strange catfish, not even as good as a single scale of the Nine-Finned Catfish. If I hadn't thought that the Nine-Finned Catfish didn't like the female fish in the pond and assumed it was gay, I would have released this male one. But..." The Antarctic Immortal recounted the story with great sorrow, finally unable to resist stepping on the tiger-whiskered catfish's back and stomping it down. "And yet, it's been doing all this, flirting around here, eating and drinking for free, and it can't even take human form. It's so annoying to look at!"
Yan Dan asked cautiously, "Nine-finned...is it actually that small, seemingly fragile fish with red eyes?"
The Antarctic Immortal glanced at her: "Yes, their clan has been wiped out. In the past, they could fly higher than dragons." Before he finished speaking, he saw Tiger Whisker emerge from the water again and approach his feet: "Swim away, or you won't get any food today!" Tiger Whisker moved aside, feeling wronged.
Yan Dan gazed at the fishpond, her mind filled with thoughts of Yu Mo. She recalled his resolute gesture as he threw the strange eye into the Zhangtai River, his sigh as he said, "You don't want it, but you won't let me throw it away. What do you want from me?" She remembered his final smile as he told her, "Those who watch the play know it's not their own story, but after watching for a while, the story slowly becomes their own." He was watching his own story, and in the end, he became immersed in the play.
She originally thought that these twenty years would be enough for her to understand Yu Mo.
Now she realized that what she had learned in the past twenty years was only a superficial understanding.
She had always thought that when she was with Yu Mo, she was the one who talked more while he remained indifferent; she was always the one clinging to him and pestering him to travel all over the country, while he was actually not very happy about it. She realized that she had never truly tried to understand someone.
Have you ever loved someone like this?
Have you ever waited patiently for someone like this?
There was someone in this world who truly loved her, but she just never knew it. It turns out there was someone who understood her so well, and she had missed him completely.
She missed it all from beginning to end.
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