Mo Yuxin walked slowly back to Shanglong Peak, her heart heavy but determined. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she made her way along the winding mountain trail. In her mind, she replayed the awkward quarrel with Su Yubing and the harsh words that still stung like a sharp thorn. Now, she had to fix things. She remembered the warm advice from her junior sisters on Lingshu Mountain Peak, urging her to return and mend her bond with Su Yubing. With every step, her thoughts turned to their past moments—fun, silly, and tender—and she hoped that maybe a little laughter would heal the pain.
When Mo Yuxin reached Shanglong Peak, the familiar dwelling came into view. It was a small wooden building with a tiled roof, modest but comforting. The soft glow of a lantern shone through a window, and she knew Su Yubing was awake inside. Taking a deep breath, Mo Yuxin gently knocked on the door.