The woman looked toward Little Snow, who immediately came over and affectionately nuzzled her hand. A flash of tenderness appeared in the woman's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced once again by cool detachment: "Thank you. Once my injuries improve, I will leave and trouble you no further." "There's no rush. Focus on recovering. May I ask the lady's name?" Dustin inquired. The woman was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Bai Qingxue." Over the following days, Bai Qingxue recuperated at the villa. She spoke little, spending most of her time meditating to regulate her breathing. Occasionally she would stand by the window, gazing at the distant mountains, lost in thought. Dustin noticed that her recovery speed was astonishingly fast. Injuries that would have kept an ordinary person bedridden for months were already mostly healed in just a few days. One afternoon, Dustin was trimming the plants in the courtyard when he suddenly hea...