(PS: First update for the recommendation, continuing to write!)
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Amidst the auspicious and colorful clouds of Penglai Island, Wang Shu, in her pink skirt, sat quietly in the small pavilion in the center of the Lotus Pond, gazing from afar at the approaching Little Yang Chan.
Two hundred years had passed, and Yang Chan was no longer the tearful little girl she once was. She had transformed into an extraordinary beauty, tall and elegant, even surpassing her mother Yaoji in loveliness. She exuded the charm of a young woman coming into her own.
Yang Chan, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, immediately took hold of Wang Shu's lotus-white arm upon arrival, and with a coy and beaming smile, asked, "Master, what's the matter that you called Chan'er here?"
