Another year has passed and spring flowers are blooming beautifully once more.
It’s the season when every plant comes to life with joy, yet for Gu Shengyin, it has turned into the most painful time of all.
She lost her "Heart of the Flower".
Even though Natural Magic saved her life, it could not replace her lost heart.
That day, Yu Wenru came to the valley as usual, standing quietly, waiting for her to appear and drive him away with her cold, unfamiliar tone.
He knew how shameful his behavior was, but he had no choice, this was the only way he could catch a glimpse of her.
He had waited for a long time; by now, she normally would have already appeared.
Yu Wenrui heartbreakingly thought, could it be that she has grown completely tired of me and does not even wish to see me?
No, that’s not right. She "doesn’t recognize" me now, she shouldn’t be so heartless.
Suddenly, a bad premonition arose in his heart, and he walked toward the treehouse not far away.
He knew she lived inside, but he had never come this close before, because she didn’t allow it.
With a light leap, he landed steadily on a sturdy branch, next to which a green serpent was coiling, hissing coldly, warning this unwelcome guest to keep his distance.
With a flick of Yu Wenrui’s hand, the serpent seemed to be struck by something invisible, becoming dizzy to the point that it almost fell off the tree, and had to wrap itself tightly around the branch.
Yu Wenrui didn’t give it a second glance and pushed the door open.
The house was built very delicately; it was clear to see she had been living quite comfortably. Yu Wenrui came to this conclusion.
But the next second, the sight before his eyes completely overturned this conclusion.
She was curled up in bed, her brows furrowed tightly, and upon a closer look, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, obviously enduring immense pain.
Yu Wenrui didn’t have time to think more about it; he quickly approached the bed and reached out to feel her forehead. It was very cold.
"You Lan... You Lan?" he called out softly. There wasn’t a moment he hated his own helplessness more: he didn’t even know what to do to alleviate her pain.
All he could do was to sit quietly beside her.
"Pain..." she was still muttering, not another word, just that one.
Yu Wenrui saw her hands firmly clutching her chest, and suddenly understood something.
A massive sense of guilt overwhelmed him. He had long known that to save his life, she lost her own heart, and that there must have been a price to pay.
Just the shift to white of her hair in an instant could tell how great that price was.
But knowing this and actually seeing her in such pain, Yu Wenrui still couldn’t help but have his eyes redden.
"Why are you... so foolish?" A person like him deserved to die; there’s absolutely no reason for her to do anything for him.
By the time Gu Shengyin’s Divine Sense had cleared, several days had already passed.
The first thing she noticed was the presence of someone else in the room.
In this valley, the only human being was Yu Wenrui.
"Who allowed you in here?" she asked him, her tone cold and guarded.
Yu Wenrui laughed: "You Lan, are you still pretending you don’t recognize me?"
Gu Shengyin fell silent; she knew Yu Wenrui had seen her suffering during her painful episode. Even if he hadn’t, this man had never doubted the fact that she was You Lan.