“Little Qingqing, what should we play today?” A girl around ten sat confidently on a tree branch, her legs swinging in the air.
Who is she?
Hmph, can’t you see her bright, sparkling black eyes? Her hair is blacker and more lustrous than pearls, her lips redder and more adorable than cherries, her nose delicate and upright, and her jade-white face flawless? Isn’t it none other than yours truly, Hua Piao Ling! (How narcissistic, right?)
“I don’t want to,” a boy around twelve or thirteen said with a pout beneath the tree. His elegant eyebrows raised, eyes brilliant like shooting stars, and his unpainted red lips set on a handsome face, like a graceful youth stepped out of a painting.
“Ah, seven years. They say seven-year itch, and now I’m feeling itchy too,” I sighed, flipping upside down on the tree, swaying my body and admiring my black waterfall-like hair. Finally developing into a stunning beauty!
But the revolution is not yet successful; comrades must continue to strive! At least until I’m 15 or 16 and truly transformed. The tragic life from my previous existence is too deeply etched in my memory, so I cannot be careless until I become an unparalleled beauty!
“Ah—” Excited, I fell from the tree again.
Why “again”? Because in these seven years, I often experience mid-journey power failures.
I now know that Tai Bai’s pill-making skills truly need improvement.
If we compare pill-making to an elementary school, Tai Bai would be in the kindergarten’s senior class, just beginning to understand things.
The pills’ side effects include occasional power failures and full-body weakness, which are far worse than the best soft tendon powder.
But I’m not afraid. Because—
“Ling’er never lets anyone rest easy,” a clear voice as smooth as wind blowing through mountain valleys. I fell into a warm embrace. No need to guess; it was Feng Qingyin beneath the tree.
Since a certain day in a certain month, Feng’s internal power suddenly increased. Feng’s father sent him here to receive guidance from a master, but really, he just wanted some peace and quiet.
From then on, Feng Qingyin developed a deeper understanding of our relationship. Even though seeing me gives him a headache, he still catches me at critical moments to prevent injury. I can’t help it—I’m his dear fiancée!
