Jiangnan. By the shores of Sunset Lake.
Song Chenxi was painting. Ever since Li Mu Yang had exchanged blood with her using dragon blood, the cold illness she had carried from her mother's womb had never flared up again.
Although the Song family had fallen and most of its members had been slaughtered, a large number of the old, weak, women, and children had still escaped under the secret protection of the Gongshu Clan, following Li Mu Yang's instructions. Among them were the aunts and uncles who regarded Song Chenxi as their own daughter.
Lu Qingming also adored his goddaughter Song Chenxi. After learning that there were still survivors of the Song family, he simply went all the way and had them escorted directly to this secluded residence by Sunset Lake. The land here was vast and the scenery beautiful; all it took was a little extra labor to build a few houses.
The once-mighty Song family was gone, and the grandfather who had loved her most had dissolved himself into immortality. Song Chenxi had suffered devastating blows in both body and spirit. However, after this period of recuperation, her health had recovered considerably. Her complexion was rosy and radiant, and compared with before, she had filled out a little. She no longer looked so sickly and frail that a gust of wind might blow her away.
The quiet and peaceful atmosphere here suited her nature perfectly.
Qian Du sat in the courtyard chatting with Luo Qi, who had pulled her there. Warm sunlight fell across her face and body, making her look even more graceful and magnificent. However, because of that brush with death, her complexion was slightly pale, almost transparent beneath the light, and she did not look especially spirited.
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