Over the past three days, the air inside the Listening Bamboo Pavilion seemed to be tinged with a faint sense of parting sorrow.

Lin Yue continued to attend to Mu Xiaochuan with meticulous care, brewing tea, setting dishes, massaging, and tidying clothes. Every action was gentler and more attentive than usual, as if she wanted to imprint these last days of companionship deeply into their memories.

Mu Xiaochuan noticed all of this, and his heart was not without its own waves. Living day and night with two vibrant young women, Su Yao and Lin Yue, enjoying their meticulous care and the feelings that gradually developed, to say there were no emotions would be self-deceptive.

However, this was ultimately a good thing. Lin Yue was quiet and meticulous by nature, and she had the fortune of being chosen by Mu Qingyao to further her alchemy studies in the Elixir Hall, with limitless prospects.