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?"

almost four or five years younger. Could it all be because

lavender and chamomile in the sachet I gave you. Wearing it close to your body can not only help with sleep and relaxation but

astounded. "It's

and there that the sachet would

embarrassed. Asking Flora 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 since they hadn't shown her much respect

***

looked at the invitation to Club 257's annual meeting,

but someone tore it up,

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

grow and had joined the medical community, striving to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. She

a disciple

followed by a young man in a

right there,"

office door was closed. She knocked gently three times, respectfully saying,