Thousand Lake Island, it's a new day again, early autumn season has come, most of the lush trees have started to shed their leaves, the tattered dry leaves hang from the treetops, glistening with golden light in the sunlight.
Long Linger stood in front of the window, the morning light gently enveloping her. She wore a light yellow knitted cardigan over a lavender-patterned long skirt, her long hair gently draped over her shoulders, a subtle sadness on her small face, and her eyes still appeared somewhat hollow.
It has been three days, Tang Qingxue and Yin Hun the Nineteenth have carefully taken care of her every day, and her condition has been steadily improving, the frequency of her headaches also decreasing.
Across the window, there's a row of lush trees, the roots of the trees connected to the interface of the lake, with a wisp of water vapor rising upwards.
