From a young age, Yan Meilin had a habit of sneaking out alone and wandering into the forest. She loved the quietness, the soft rustling of leaves, and the peaceful songs of birds. The forest felt like her own secret world—calm and far away from the pressure of being the Lingzu tribe's child of destiny.
That day, the tribe was bustling with excitement. A distinguished guest had arrived, someone very important. Everyone was busy serving and entertaining him. No one noticed her, and no one tried to stop her.
It was the perfect time to slip away unnoticed. So, Yan Meilin did what she always did—she sneaked away.
She moved deeper and deeper into the forest, happily exploring the hidden paths and tiny streams. The breeze was cool, and sunlight peeked through the tall trees, painting golden patterns on the ground.
