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The huge, deep purple sepals, with their icy hue, floated on the water's surface. The pale purple petals were mostly open, and the buds were crystal clear, shimmering with light.

...It was a flower about to bloom.

The world-renowned divine flower – Twelve Nights of Blossom.

Shen Zhili pressed a mechanism, and the water surface parted automatically. She walked straight to the edge of the flower, took out a dagger from her bosom, cut her elbow, and let the bright red blood drip onto the petals, one drop after another, gathering into a clump.

In an instant, the blood that fell on the petals was greedily absorbed by the petals.

Shen Zhili bit her lip and endured the pain, silently counting the time in her heart.

Time flies like an eternity.

The pain is unbearable at all times.

She was afraid of the cold, but this place was as cold as an ice cellar. She would bleed profusely whenever she was injured, so she had no choice but to mutilate herself to bleed.

Finally, after bleeding enough blood, Shen Zhili quickly applied medicine to her elbow, pressed on the wound, and slumped to the ground, her body powerless.

But he didn't even have the strength to move.

I've felt weak before, but never to this extent. Is it really close to the end?

After thinking for a while, Shen Zhili stood up and swayed away from Twelve Nights of Flower, while simultaneously restarting the mechanism.

The mechanism had just closed when the stone door opened.

"Miss……"

Dieyi wiped away her tears and rushed over to hug Shen Zhili: "Miss, I knew you were here. You're finally back."

Shen Zhili froze for a moment: "Let go."

Dieyi was stunned for a moment, then noticed the faint blood seeping from Shen Zhili's arm. She quickly let go with heartache, glanced back at the lake, hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the words in her mouth.

Shen Zhili smiled and took Dieyi's arm: "Alright, let's go out."

Dieyi sighed: "Miss..."

Shen Zhili: "What are you sighing for? Hurry up! Ah, I've been away for so long, I really miss Xiao Dieyi's cooking. How about you cook something for me tonight?"

Dieyi nodded emphatically at Shen Zhili's smiling face.

After taking a shower, reapplying the medicine, and taking a long afternoon nap, Shen Zhili finally stretched and got up.

After carefully wrapping the bandage, Shen Zhili came out of the inner room and saw two or three dishes on the table, all of which were her favorites.

Although she had a poor appetite, the food was so delicious that Shen Zhili almost swallowed her tongue.

It seems that Dieyi's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds while she was away.

A small moment of happiness brought a smile to Shen Zhili's face.

There was still a soup missing from the table. Dieyi must be making it. Shen Zhili got up and thought, "Hmm, I should go to the kitchen and praise her!"

Dieyi must have already announced her return to the valley. Greeted by the greetings of "Valley Master" all along the way, Shen Zhili strolled to the entrance of the kitchen. The sky was gradually darkening, and the kitchen was bustling with noise. Just as she was about to go in, she happened to run into Dieyi, who was coming out.

Seeing Shen Zhili come out alone, Dieyi said worriedly, "Miss, it's cold outside. You should go back to your room. I'll go back as soon as the soup is ready!"

Shen Zhili smiled and said, "Alright. But I'm here to praise you. You've really changed a lot in just a few days. The dishes are delicious."

Dieyi's face flushed red, and after a long while she stammered, "Then... I didn't do it."

Shen Zhili was slightly taken aback: "Did you get a new chef? I'll go take a look."

"yes……"

Dieyi called out, and Shen Zhili had already stepped halfway into the kitchen.

A group of chefs surrounded a tall, slender figure, occasionally pointing and praising him.

From this angle, all you can see is the new cook with his head slightly lowered, revealing the fair skin on his neck, his long, dark hair reaching his waist, his body taut in a beautiful arc, one hand pressing down on the cutting board while the other hand moves swiftly, skillfully chopping and cutting.

Shen Zhili watched as he put the chopped ingredients into a pot on the side, then quickly poured in several other things, slowly stirred the broth, and after a while, occasionally bent down to scoop out some to taste.

All of this was done earnestly and naturally.

Shen Zhili's heart skipped a beat.

The new chef finally served the soup, garnished it with some vegetables, and then suddenly turned to look at her with a gentle and kind smile: "Zhi Li, would you like some soup?"

Shen Zhili was momentarily speechless.

He took her hand and helped her sit down in the chair before turning around to scoop a bowl of soup and handing it to Shen Zhili. Then he sat down in front of her, looking at her expectantly, like a child waiting for praise.

But the slightly worn apron looked really strange on him.

Shen Zhili didn't touch the spoon, but instead said, "Su Chenche, you don't need to do this."

Su Chenche's eyes curved into a smile: "Zhili, have some first and try it. I heard it's your favorite, so I just learned it from my masters."

The cooks nearby chimed in, "Young Master Twelve Nights has amazing talent! He learned it all in just one afternoon. Valley Master, please have a taste!"

Shen Zhili ignored her and simply lowered her eyes, saying, "Su Chenche, let's go back."

She only has a very short lifespan.

Su Chenche: "I'm not going back."

Shen Zhili lowered her voice, as if she were angry: "Just go back when I tell you to. Can't you understand human language?" She raised her hand and knocked over the bowls and plates in front of her. The bowls and plates shattered, and hot soup spilled all over the floor.

...He must leave!

Before she could finish speaking, the entire room fell silent.

All the cooks watched with bated breath as the usually mild-mannered Valley Master spoke to someone in such a sharp and sarcastic tone for the first time.

Su Chenche wasn't angry. Instead, he said gently, "Zhili, shall I get you another bowl?"

Shen Zhili suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Didn't we agree to separate and I would come back alone? Why did you follow me? Aren't you annoyed by constantly bothering me? I'm annoyed even if you aren't!"

No, that's not the truth.

Su Chenche smiled helplessly: "There's nothing I can do about it, Zhili. What can I do when I like you?"

Shen Zhili: "I remember everything."

Su Chenche was confused: "What?"

Shen Zhili's tone grew even colder: "You're after Twelve Nights of Flower, aren't you? You were a few years ago, and you still are now. You only approached me because you know that Twelve Nights of Flower exists in Spring Return Valley and can resurrect your mother, right? Pretending to have amnesia, I've already been fooled by you once, and there won't be a second time! Let me tell you, I will never give you Twelve Nights of Flower, even if it kills me! Give up!"

It's fake; she knows it's fake.

Su Chenche: "No, I like it..."

Shen Zhili interrupted him, taking her unreasonable behavior to the extreme: "You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it, not a single word! Get out of Huichun Valley right now, I never want to see you again!"

As she spoke, she forcefully slammed the entire basin of soup onto the ground, making a loud noise.

"Get out of here!"

Su Chenche hesitated for a moment, then hugged Shen Zhili and kissed her.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhili seemed to have anticipated this. Before Su Chenche could even kiss her, the blade had already cut Su Chenche's cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Holding a knife to her neck, Shen Zhili seemed to be at the height of her anger: "Get out!"

Su Chenche touched the wound on his face, stood quietly for a while, then untied his apron and slowly walked out.

Once he had completely disappeared, Shen Zhili slowly withdrew her knife, bent down, and dipped her fingertip in the still-warm soup on the porcelain shard.

It has a perfect balance of saltiness and a rich, delicious flavor.

It is indeed what she likes.

Seeing the mess on the ground, Dieyi grasped Shen Zhili's cold hand and called out softly with heartache, "Miss."

Shen Zhili stood up and smiled gently at her, "I'm fine." Turning to the cooks, she said, "Um... please clean up. Also, don't let that person come in again."

Stepping out of the kitchen, I found the night pitch black with no moon, not even a single star in sight.

As they approached her courtyard, Shen Zhili suddenly asked, "Was I very unreasonable just now?"

Dieyi's tears were almost falling: "Miss, I know..."

Having made her decision, Shen Zhili's expression was calm: "If I have the chance after I die, please tell him 'I'm sorry' for me."

Chapter 81

After resting, there are still matters to be dealt with in the valley.

Before she left, all matters, big and small, were handled by the stewards of the valley. Now that she has returned, these matters naturally need to be reported to her one by one, since she is the true valley master of Huichun Valley.

After being busy for two or three days, Shen Zhili finally had a moment to rest in the courtyard.

Dieyi specially cooked a white fungus and lotus seed soup for her. She half-blowed on it and half-drank it. After putting down the celadon bowl, she looked at the remaining soup in the bowl and suddenly remembered Su Chenche.

After she drove him away, Su Chenche has been out of contact for several days.

It's understandable; anyone would feel hurt if treated that way with good intentions, so it's only natural that they wouldn't come to see her.

Since we won't live long, we shouldn't have any feelings.

Shen Zhili always thought this way, so she was always polite to people, but rarely affectionate.

Many patients came and went, and many, grateful for her kindness, wanted to stay by her side to serve her. Some, who were wealthy and felt they were in good condition, even wanted to propose to her. But Shen Zhili rejected them all directly.

A patient is just a patient, and a doctor is just a doctor.

Healing people is her duty, especially since her fees aren't cheap. But beyond that, they don't need any other relationship.

We were just passing through each other's lives.

Shen Zhili.

Knowing separation, knowing separation...

It was destined from the moment her master gave her this name.

I was informed of my departure early in the morning.

She watched the patients come and go indifferently, never thinking of placing any feelings on any of them, never expecting to have any relationship with any of them, and never expecting to fall in love with anyone.

A noble young man once asked her, quite puzzled, "Although I proposed marriage because I was grateful for your kindness in saving my father, I also admire your character and medical ethics. I believe my conditions are not bad, and I guarantee that I will bring you into my family with proper betrothal and wedding arrangements. Why did you refuse so decisively?"

Shen Zhili, growing impatient with the persistent questioning, said directly, "I can only live to be thirty at most. Even so, are you still willing to marry me?"

The other person was taken aback for a moment, then readily agreed: "So what? Everyone dies eventually. What's the big deal about dying early or late? Besides, thirty is enough time to have children."