It was undeniably true—Yuelin was, in every aspect she had ever known it, a lifeless expanse, languishing in an oppressive stillness. This stagnation was the very reason for her departure, and now, as she stood on the familiar shores, Baijiu recognized that her reasons remained valid.

To her dismay, it felt as though nothing had transformed; in her eyes, time had stood still. The pack was as it had always been, a stagnant entity, and she found it perplexing how they managed to survive in such a lifeless environment. She had hoped that her return, along with the potential inclusion of the charming brown man, would inject some much-needed vitality into their lives. Yet, once again, the pursuit of connection eluded Baijiu, leaving her attention as fleeting as a whisper in the wind.

She had extended her hand to them too many times now, offering countless chances for revival.

With a spirit unburdened by her thoughts, she danced and skipped along the shore, her movements reminiscent of an angel gliding through the air. The sun glinted off her skin, and the sound of waves lapping against the sand provided a gentle rhythm to her grace. Oblivious to the world around her, she was lost in the joyous moment, completely unaware that anyone else shared her space.