C442 A Dark Flower Bloomed in the next Village

The afternoon sun hung in the southwestern sky, casting a light that was neither too bright nor too dim—just right. Much like eighteen-year-old Yiliang, who was at that perfect age, poised on the brink of blossoming youth.

Yueyin stretched her arms and took a deep breath. Wenci was right; when one door closes, another opens. There’s always a way to solve problems