The next morning, Bai Yue stood outside her hut, stirring a rich, bubbling bone broth flavored with wild garlic, snap-roots, and a handful of star-grass she had traded two beast cores for.
The aroma was absolutely heavenly, but Bai Yue's mind was entirely elsewhere.
Sigh.
She rested her wooden spoon against the rim of the pot and rubbed her temples.
Nine days. She had exactly nine days left to make Ruì Xuě smile a genuine, one-hundred-percent happy smile, or the Goddess Tiān-Mìng was going to evict her soul from this body and send her straight to the void.
And as if the ticking clock of her impending doom wasn't enough, she was still completely baffled by last night's events.
What went wrong? she thought, groaning internally as she chopped a tuber with slightly too much force.
