The sound of the gentle, silver bell-like stream seemed to cleanse her soul like celestial music. The icy heart of Xuan Yue seemed to show signs of melting. Her body moved uncontrollably, step by step, toward the direction of the flowing water.
As the scenery before her gradually shifted, Xuan Yue realized she hadn't made a mistake; this was the place from years ago!
Nothing had changed. The pond was still crystal clear, the creek still seeping out from the cracks of the nearby mountain, converging into a small pool that occasionally emitted soft, tinkling sounds. The clear springs within the pond flowed gently downward, nourishing the surrounding life. Memories swept over Xuan Yue's heart again and again, making her feel as though she'd been transported back to that very moment four years ago.
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