Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Half a month remained until the annual gathering at Club 257.

As usual, Crimson drafted the guest list and sent it over for Flora's approval. She glanced through it briefly, her brow furrowing at the mention of the "medical community."

Crimson quickly followed up with a message: *I know you're not fond of the folks from the medical community, but the circumstances this time are exceptional. There's no way around it.* Flora responded: *You handle it. It's all good.*

Crimson: *You're currently in Maple Grove, so it's convenient for you to attend the annual meeting. I specifically chose a weekend hoping you could make it. Everyone hopes to see you there.* Flora: *I'll drop by.*

After sending her response, Flora put away her phone.

Shawn, sitting across from her, couldn't help but say, "Flora, I've been feeling incredibly energetic and youthful lately, all thanks to the sachet you gave me!"

The senior students nearby perked up their ears.

"Sachet? What sachet?"

four or five years younger. Could it

to your body

astounded. "It's

the sachet would become his new

for help with their reports and thesis was within the normal scope of academic exchange in the lab. But asking for a personal sachet from Flora seemed a bit much, especially

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the country of M, within the medical community, Selene looked at the invitation to Club 257's annual meeting, her heart

invitation too, but someone tore it up, and later, she was

to attend Club 257's annual gathering again. Moreover, she had an additional title now-a disciple

time I could finally meet S?* She had been working hard to grow and had joined the

and Club 257 had long harbored grievances against each other. Her status as a disciple of the medical community would only bring

door was followed by a young man in a lab coat standing politely

right there,"

and hurried to the Director's office. The office door was closed. She knocked gently three times, respectfully