Wan Niang, having long been a fixture of the bustling yet disillusioning world of "Drunken Spring Pavilion," has spent over ten years there, becoming all too familiar with the fickleness of society and the value of money.
At this moment, the sight of the dozen gold leaves in Shi Feiyang's hands lit up her eyes like bright stars in the night, igniting a long-lost desire within her. Her heart surged with irrepressible joy, her eyes shining like cold stars, the brilliance as if able to pierce through the heavy darkness.
These gold leaves are her vessel of hope, ferrying her away from the sea of suffering towards the light. She eagerly reached out, her movements urgent yet cautious, like a starving traveler lifting precious lifesaving food, fearing that the wealth at hand would vanish like a dream.
