Chapter 8: Fallen flowers follow the waves and drift away, where can they find love?

  Hearing the sound of something falling to the ground, Qilin suddenly raised her head and saw that all the white plums in Yumei's arms had fallen to the ground. Yumei's body, which was turning with the wind, happened to stop at the moment when her hands were spread open, her eyes fixed on a certain place in the night sky, like a fallen butterfly, quietly falling to the ground, motionless.

  It's said that when people are about to die, they only remember the most beautiful moments. Perhaps this White Plum Garden is her last memory. Qilin walked over and could still see the white mist coming out of Yumei's mouth. Yumei's lips moved slightly, and Qilin leaned down close to hear what she was saying.

  "I am Jade Mei, I like White Mei, I like those who like Cloud Mei."

  The last word had not been spoken, and Yu Mei was already out of breath. Her eyes were still gazing at the night sky, a tear mark silently falling down. Qi Lin shook her head helplessly, reached out to wipe her eyes, looked at the scattered white plum blossoms on the ground, slowly picked them up, placed them in Yu Mei's hand, folded the handkerchief neatly and carefully put it into Yu Mei's bosom.

  Just as Jill was worried about how to get her back, a slightly resentful voice suddenly came from behind "You're going to be dead if you keep doing this, do you know that?"

  "I've already died once." Qilin smiled with relief and turned back to look at Mai Dong "How did you know I was here?"

  Bai Yu's eyes widened in silence as he stared at Qi Lin, thinking that the pearl had almost killed her last time. Qi Lin considered that incident a rebirth and let out a soft sigh, saying "Don't ask me how I ended up here, what's most important now is to get her back, the Grand Priest will be arriving soon, if he sees her like this, you'll lose your head even if you have ten of them."

  Mai Dong gave Qi Lin a burst of punches and walked in front of Yu Mei, taking the white plum from Yu Mei's arms and handing it to Qi Lin, saying "Extra things will only make her die without a complete corpse. You should also hurry back, otherwise, the one who dies without a complete corpse will be you."

  Qilin took over from Baimi, and Baimi asked. Unfortunately, Baimi didn't pass it on, giving Maidong a grateful look before turning to leave. Suddenly thinking of something, Qilin hurriedly asked "By the way, where is the person for the ceremony?"

  Go away, Mai Dong. Just showing off your lightness skills. I just wanted to ask when that broken ceremony would end, didn't expect to turn around and there's no one in sight. Qi Lin scorned Mai Dong 360 times in her heart, looked around, anyway everyone was concentrated over there, she also didn't see Qiao Er and the others, just happened to take this opportunity to go find Qiao Er, it's been a long time since I've seen her, don't know how that girl is doing.

  But when I arrived at the familiar courtyard, there was no one. Thinking that Qiao and the others might have gone to watch the excitement, she forgot that Su Feng and Qiao were the most fond of watching excitement, but with Rou Yu around, they wouldn't watch for long. Estimated to be back in a while, let's wait a bit.

  Arriving at the creek, Qi Lin thought back to the past, from when she was old enough to understand things until now. She realized that in her past life, the only things she could remember were her timid and fearful mother, and the spirited Xiaobai. The only times she had truly been happy were when she was on White Tiger Mountain, and when she was with Qiao Er and the others. Qi Lin sadly felt that in her nearly twenty-five years of life in the 21st century, it had all been just an illusion, and she couldn't even think of one happy thing.

  "A dream of flowers in the mirror, a moon on the water, all just an illusion. Better to get drunk and forget until dawn." Qilin shook her head, picked up White Plum and said "Ask the world what it is that makes people promise their lives to each other, I definitely can't take this step."

  With a hint of self-mockery, Qilin began to pluck the white plum blossoms one by one and scatter them into the creek. Isn't there a saying that goes like this? The fallen flowers have intention, but the flowing water has none. Today, she'll let these fallen flowers drift with the current and see if any of them can find a place to settle, where the flowing water will hold onto the fallen blossoms.