Time rolled on... and quietly, another two years passed.
Through everyone's united efforts, the world shed the last traces of its ruin.
The land was beautiful, humanity flourished, and fresh leaves had long since covered the once-barren earth.
Li Xiang was thirty-six this year.
After weathering half a lifetime of storms, she still had that spark in her eyes. Time had only deepened the composure and tenderness that were uniquely hers.
Over those two years, the World Medical Academy she had established, along with charitable hospitals, aid organizations, and stray animal shelters across countless countries, had taken root worldwide like sparks spreading into a prairie fire.
New medical buildings rose one after another, countless difficult diseases were gradually conquered, schools opened in remote mountain regions every year, and homeless creatures found places to belong.
People trapped in hardship and helplessness could always find aid and hope, even in their darkest moments.
More and more young people learned of her work. With sincere hearts and goodwill, they overcame every obstacle to reach her and volunteered to join [Lend a Hand].
Millions of little lights gathered together, following her lead to protect this world they had lost and regained.
The young girl who had once walked alone had finally grown into a pillar sheltering all living beings.
Dusk deepened.
After a full day of intensive work meetings, Li Xiang set aside her exhaustion and walked slowly home along a quiet path.
The city lights were coming on, warm yellow streetlamps lighting up one after another as the evening breeze carried the fragrance of roadside greenery.
As she strolled along, a faint patter sounded behind her.
It kept pace with her, neither too close nor too far away.
A little puzzled, Li Xiang stopped and looked back.
Beneath the streetlight, a round little