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The carriage slowly passed through a deep, secluded mountain valley that felt faintly oppressive. Then the view suddenly opened up-beyond the shadowed willows, bright flowers awaited. Birds sang amid fragrant blossoms, and life flourished everywhere.
Not far to the left, a lake shimmered with rippling light. The Hundred-Zhang Waterfall descended from the heavens like a silver chain, plunging straight down with a breathtaking, majestic force.
The waterfall's roar drowned out the whispers of all things awakening, forming nature's most powerful symphony.
Zhu Wuneng shouted, "We've reached the Hundred-Zhang Cascade!"
Chen Xiaojun sighed with feeling. "Yes, we're here."
Over the past three years and more, he had passed this place countless times. Each visit stirred memories and countless emotions, and an indescribable loneliness always crept into his heart.
Now, with Xiao Yi beside him, that loneliness remained, but after reaching its peak, it seemed no longer to matter so much.
With all worldly splendor washed away, he returned once more, cloaked in a shower of flowers.
At this moment, the relief of suddenly looking back welled up within him, filling his heart with peace and contentment.
Everyone fell into a brief silence, as though this place had stirred memories in their hearts as well.
Xiao Yi's fingertips abruptly seized the delicate tassel on the window curtain. Her knuckles pressed a pale indentation into the soft silk.
"Aunt Yun, please wait a moment," she called softly.
Hearing her, Cheng Yun immediately tightened the reins. The white horse gave a long whinny, and the carriage gradually slowed before coming to a gentle stop.
Xiao Yi softly pushed the door open and stepped lightly out of the carriage. Su Ningxia hurried down right behind her.
The others filed out in turn.
Returning to this familiar place left