Word Number：512 Author：闲穿径竹 Translator： Release Time：2025-06-27

　　Liu Chengyuan floated on the edge of waking, his mind adrift in a grey and weightless fog. His eyelids felt heavy, too heavy to lift, as if sleep still held dominion over his limbs. And yet, through the haze, a faint fragrance reached him—delicate, elusive, like the trace of a memory long buried. It lingered just beneath thought, subtle as a sigh: the scent of crushed petals in spring rain, a breath of silk passing through incense smoke. It stirred something in him, something strangely familiar, though he could not place its source. Had he dreamt it before? Or had it once followed a voice now lost to time? He could not tell if he was dreaming still—or if, perhaps, he had awoken in another dream altogether.　　After some time, a new sensation stirred him—gentle, tentative. A few slender fingers, warm and soft, pressed lightly against his wrist, as if searching for a pulse. Liu Chengyuan stirred, breath shallow, and with great effort, forced his eyes open. His gaze met that of a young woman seated close beside him. For a moment, time seemed to halt. Her eyes, luminous and clear, shimmered with quiet intelligence—like autumn waters stirred by a whispering wind. Her face, though unadorned, bore a rare and natural grace that caught him unprepared. Liu Chengyuan felt his heart stir with a sudden, unaccountable urgency.　　Startled by his awakening, the woman quickly lowered her gaze and, with a swift motion, pulled down the cloth attached to her horn-shaped hat, veiling her features in modest concealment. Still dazed, Liu studied her with care. Upon her head rested a yellow waxed cap, around which five silver hairpins had been fastened. Silver chains hung from either side, framing her cheeks with a soft glint. She wore a cross-collared tunic and loose blue trousers, her feet bare and unshod upon the earth. There was no mistaking the attire—nor the presence. Surely this could be none other than Ge Tan, the healer-woman of the southern hills.　　Recognising the woman at his side, Liu Chengyuan felt a curious warmth return to his limbs—as though her mere presence had nursed him back from the brink. The memory of her face, glimpsed just moments before, lingered like the afterglow of a dream. He coughed softly, more from self-consciousness than illness, then said with a faint, wry smile, “Is Lady Ge sent by Heaven itself to rescue me, I wonder? Each time I find myself grievously wounded, it is you who appears to tend me. One might almost call it fate.” He paused, eyes lingering on the cloth now obscuring her face. “And forgive me”, he added, voice lowered a shade, “but with such grace and beauty, why the veil? We have known each other for some time now, yet only today do I have the fortune—if only briefly—to behold your countenance. I had not imagined the famed healer of the southern hills to be so… young, nor so fair.” His tone was teasing, but gentle—half in jest, half i