The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

Reconciliation

In this ever-changing world of immortal cultivation, Meizi and Ye Chen were once a pair of lovers that others envied. They fought side by side, wrote about their deep love amidst the flash of swords and shadows, and confided their feelings to each other beside the magical flowers and herbs. But fate played tricks on people, and a misunderstanding, like a chasm between the two, made Meizi angry and decided to part ways with Ye Chen.

After the breakup, Meizi was like a lonely butterfly drifting in the wind, full of melancholy and distracted. The past scenes of flying with Ye Chen hand in hand and enjoying the sunset together flashed in her mind like a revolving lantern. Every time she thought of this, her heart felt empty, as if a precious piece of spiritual jade had been dug out, and the pain spread throughout her body. She locked herself in the quiet room all day, staring at the magic weapon that Ye Chen had given her, her eyes were empty, and she had no appetite. Her eyes, which used to be lively, were now full of sadness and confusion.

Old memories become sorrow, regret arises secretly

Ever since breaking up with Ye Chen, Meizi's world seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. All the vivid colors of the past faded away, leaving only a gray and dead silence.

She lived alone in the warm bamboo house she had built with Ye Chen. Now, every corner seemed to be covered with sharp thorns, gently scratching her heart. In the morning, the sun shone through the curtains. In the past, Ye Chen would always prepare a breakfast that was warmed by spiritual power. It was steaming hot and full of pampering, and he would urge her to eat it quickly so as not to miss the morning practice. But now, the desk was cold and silent, with only the old tea set, which seemed to whisper about the past joy.

Walking to the window, the spiritual plant garden was where they had taken care of together. At that time, Ye Chen taught her how to distinguish the habits of spiritual plants, and they cheered and hugged each other when a rare herb sprouted. Now the flowers and plants still danced in the wind, but the familiar figure was missing. Meizi stroked the leaves with her fingertips, and tears fell, wetting the soil.

Late at night, lying on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In the past, Ye Chen would always quietly gather his spiritual power in his palms to warm her cold feet when she was afraid of the cold, and gently embrace her in his arms, whispering soft and sweet words. Those gentle cares and indulgences, one by one, kept surging in her mind. Thinking of her decisive and harsh words during the quarrel, she turned around impulsively, full of regret, and her pillow was soaked with tears. She knew very well that the impulsiveness cut off not only the time they spent together, but also like a sharp blade, cutting open two hearts that were closely dependent on each other. But now, can this wound heal as before? She was full of panic, and only endless melancholy spread in the dark night.

Ling'er is Meizi's best friend, she is clever and playful, she can't bear to see her sister's lost soul. She rolls her eyes and comes up with a brilliant plan, she plans to pretend to be a fortune teller, to "point the way to the immortal" and tie up the broken red thread.

One day, Ling'er persuaded Meizi to go to a mysterious fortune-telling stand in the market. The fortune-telling altar was covered with gauze and surrounded by smoke, which was a bit unfathomable. Ling'er used a little trick to disguise himself as a white-haired fortune-teller with a celestial appearance. He twirled his beard with his fingers, stared at Meizi with his eyes, and asked in a gentle voice: "Girl, you look worried, but you have something in your heart. Why don't you talk to me?" Meizi was already upset, and at this moment, the "master" touched her, tears welled up in her eyes, and she told all the past grievances with Ye Chen and the sadness of breaking up. Ling'er pretended to be silent, counted with her fingers, and then said solemnly: "Girl, you have a deep connection with a man, but it's just a small calamity. Now the feelings are still there, and the red thread of fate is still tightly connected. If you want to break through the difficulties of cultivation and defeat the common enemy, you have to renew your relationship." Meizi's heart was shocked. Although she didn't say a word, her eyes were already filled with thoughts and expectations.

On the other side, Ye Chen was also stuck in the quagmire. Without Meizi by his side, he seemed to have lost his backbone, living a sloppy life, with an untidy beard like a wild man in the mountains. His face, which used to be full of vigor and vitality, was now full of haggardness, and his cultivation had stagnated.

It is hard to find a drunken dream, and it is hard to heal the pain of love.

After Ye Chen broke up with Meizi, he felt like a star falling into the mortal world, losing his direction, losing his brilliance, and being left with only a broken heart. The taverns at the end of the streets became his only "home". From the dawn to the night, he would collapse in the corner of the tavern, with the smell of alcohol lingering around him, as if he had built a "drunk wall" to keep others away.

He drank one jar of strong liquor after another, and the liquor spilled onto his clothes, wetting one piece after another. His eyes were blurred, looking at the swaying light and shadow in the cup, and the scenes of flying with Miko on a sword and admiring the mountains and rivers in the past flashed like a revolving lantern. That time, they hugged each other on the top of the clouds, Miko smiled sweetly, and his figure was reflected in her eyes, just like the stars hidden in her eyes, warm and intoxicating; and there was also the streamside, he pinned on her the spiritual flower hairpin he carved by himself, she was shy and coquettish, her face was full of spring, and her scolding was full of affection.

In a drunken state, a brothel madam came over with a smile on her face, twisting her waist, and pulling a few graceful women with gorgeous makeup to surround him. The women waved their handkerchiefs, spoke softly, and rubbed his shoulders with their hands, but Ye Chen was like a wooden sculpture, with empty eyes, pretending not to see anything. The fragrance of powder lingered at the tip of his nose, but it made him feel annoyed. He raised his hand to wave it away, and the wine splashed everywhere. He staggered to his feet, pushed away everyone, muttered Meiko's name, and stumbled to the street.

The moonlight is like water, shining on his lonely back. The stone road under his feet seems to be sighing that his love is hard to renew and his old love is hard to forget. He is left alone on this long street, entangled by the "ghosts" of memories, not knowing where he can find peace of mind.

When Ling'er found him, she was both angry and amused when she saw his look. She pretended to be stern and said, "You coward, are you going to stay depressed like this? Sister Meizi is still waiting for you to work together. If you don't change your timid and irresponsible nature, how can you protect her and defeat the devil who is lurking in the dark?" Ye Chen was awakened by this wake-up call. Looking at Ling'er's smart but serious eyes, he woke up as if from a dream. A warm current of pride and guilt surged in his heart. He was determined to regain himself and take on the responsibilities he should take.

Under Ling'er's careful arrangement, the two of them came to the side of the fairy spring. The fairy spring was like a fairyland on earth, the spring water was as clear as a mirror, the surrounding flowers were like brocade, and the misty aura was like materialized mist. Meizi was sad at the spring, and Ye Chen happened to climb the stairs. Their eyes met, and the past friendship instantly surged in their eyes. At this time, the fairy spring seemed to be inspired, and the water splashed, like a smart jade bead shuttling between the two, as if playfully urging them.

Ye Chen was the first to break the silence, his voice a little hoarse but full of affection: "Meizi, I was wrong. I was confused in the past. From now on, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you and never leave you." Meizi smiled with tears in her eyes and said angrily: "You fool, you just realized it now." After that, the two of them held hands tightly, interlocking their fingers, as if to put all the pain of separation and longing for each other in this handshake.

The spring water surged up and turned into a gorgeous light curtain covering the two people, as if celebrating their reconciliation. After that, Ye Chen swept away his decadent state and practiced with Meizi day and night, studying new spells and exploring the secret realm of magic weapons. The two of them had a better understanding than before. In a duel with the devil, they displayed their unique skills of integrating spiritual power, shining brightly, breaking the devil's nest in one fell swoop, shocking the world of cultivation, continuing their legendary story, walking hand in hand on this long road of cultivation and immortality, never to be separated again.