13 – Chapter 13
Who exactly was she?
Ever since Duan Yuan first visited the Lin residence, he seemed to be deliberately making his presence known. Not only did he frequently send A Tao various dresses, shoes, and jewelry, but he sometimes even dispatched internationally renowned chefs to the Lin family specifically to prepare nutritious meals for A Tao. One could say he was exceedingly thoughtful.
A Tao was quite grateful, but she didn’t particularly like these items—all colorful and flashy. In her view, pure pink was still the most beautiful, preferably peach pink… She’d tell Duan Yuan next time.
As for those desserts made by so-called masters, she had no desire to eat them at all.
For several days, A Tao hadn’t consumed anything besides water, yet she found her body hadn’t grown weaker because of it—everything remained normal.
So she racked her brains until a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: hadn’t she previously survived on flower nectar and dew? Besides these, there seemed to be that wine brewed from peach blossoms…
One early morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, A Tao slipped into the back garden of the Lin residence.
The Lin property was truly vast. Passing through the back garden and continuing inward, one could glimpse an orchard and catch a faint, familiar fragrance. Then a dense peach grove appeared before her eyes.
It was the season of blooming peach blossoms. Through the faint morning light at the horizon, A Tao saw the garden full of peach trees swaying gently in the breeze, as if beckoning guests. Their movements grew increasingly pronounced, releasing a richer fragrance, almost as if waiting for her approach.
Stepping into the grove, A Tao felt her heart expand, as if she naturally belonged here, to this small peach forest.
Wandering through the fragrance, A Tao fluttered like a little butterfly, touching one flower then another. Seeing dew droplets fall from swaying blossoms, she stood beneath them, opening her mouth to catch them.
Like parched land receiving sweet rain, the dew felt cool and thirst-quenching in her mouth, sliding down her throat with a hint of sweetness. A Tao couldn’t help drinking more.
A few more images flashed through her mind, and A Tao now felt certain—she had indeed lived in a small wooden hut within a peach forest before.
Endless peach blossoms bloomed freely under the sunlight. Lying on the wooden bed in the small hut, she could see a vast expanse of pink in the distance, hazy like mist or clouds. When the breeze blew, it carried waves of fragrant wind.
Unfortunately, this beautiful scene didn’t linger long in her memory before A Tao recalled the images from before her death…
The boundless peach forest was completely consumed by a great fire. She and several clan members were set ablaze, the entire island filled with screams and the pungent smell of scorching. The earthly paradise instantly turned into a painful hell…
When she regained her senses, A Tao found her face streaked with tears.
She had been reborn, but what about her family and clansmen?
And who exactly was she?
A Tao leaned against a peach tree, lost in thought with an empty expression.
Lin Jinyi quietly hid behind a tree, observing everything.
This country bumpkin even looks down on desserts made by international masters, and now she’s here drinking dew?
Is she an idiot? Does she think she’s some fairy who doesn’t need to eat, drink, or relieve herself, surviving on nothing but dew? She must be suffering from some delusional disorder!But it was truly strange—these past few days, Lin Xiantao had undergone a remarkable transformation. Her skin was no longer sallow and dull, her limbs had gradually filled out… At a glance, she had completely shed her former rustic, country-girl appearance.
Had the medicine I’d been feeding her daily lost its effect?
But she had been taking it for over half a year—the toxins should have long seeped into her system. How could such a drastic change occur so easily? She was supposed to remain ugly until her dying day…
So why was this happening?
Could it really be that drinking the dew from those flowers had turned her into an immortal?
Lin Jinyi’s mind raced with countless thoughts, and the more she pondered, the more plausible it seemed.
Ever since Lin Xiantao woke up, her personality had changed. Looking at her now, acting so mysteriously, perhaps she really had been possessed by some Ghost!?