Inside the sunny, herb-fragrant Peace Pharmacy Clinic Room of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], twenty-eight-year-old Auntie Luo Yiyi sat propped up against two fluffy goose-down pillows on the jade medical couch. Her fingers nervously clutching the edges of her rose-gold [Rank-9 Sovereign Hearth-Fire Cashmere Shawl].
Even though her fifteen-year Abyssal Frost-Rot had just been completely cured by Gu Changsheng’s shawl and Auntie Qin’s ginseng chicken soup. Fifteen years of solitary confinement inside a pitch-black ice cage from age thirteen to twenty-eight had left the young woman deeply shy.
Looking at the five tall, bright-eyed, radiantly healthy children standing around her bed—fourteen-year-old Gu Nian, sixteen-year-old Ye Xiao, right thirteen-year-old Jiang Tuntun, twelve-year-old Su Nuannuan, and ten-year-old Little Fifth Ao Xing. Auntie Luo Yiyi instinctively shrank back half an inch against her pillows. Afraid that her hands might still be too cold or that these five famous young Rank 8 prodigies might find their long-lost aunt awkward and dull.
“S-Sister Qingxue,” Auntie Luo Yiyi whispered timidly, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked at fourteen-year-old Gu Nian standing beside her bed with a small cedar-paper bundle in his hands.
“Don’t let little Nian’er and his brothers and sisters stand too close to me yet... I was locked in the black ice for fifteen years. What if there’s still cold air on my sleeves and I give the children a chill?”
