Master Yunxia gave Han Xiaoyue a deep look, as if she understood something. Without another word, she flickered and vanished in an instant.
Behind her, the courtyard gate opened on its own. Inside, Lin Hui was manipulating his Inner Strength with one hand, reattaching the fallen camellia blossoms to the branches, one by one.
"A broken mirror cannot be mended, and spilled water cannot be gathered. How can a fallen flower return to its branch?" Han Xiaoyue said as she walked slowly into the courtyard, watching Lin Hui's pointless actions.
"If you don't try, how will you know the outcome?" Lin Hui used his Inner Strength to slice a small opening in each branch, then inserted the flower to secure it.
"Besides, it's enough as long as it looks the part for now."
He turned his head to look at Han Xiaoyue.
"What did you mean just now?"
"Nothing much." Han Xiaoyue smiled. "You've changed a lot recently, even getting involved with the Nine Dreams Sect…"
