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?"

Shawn looked rejuvenated, almost four or five years younger. Could it all

you. Wearing it close to your body can not only help with sleep

astounded. "It's that

that the sachet would become

one but felt too 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

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at the invitation to

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

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

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

against each other. Her status as a

was followed by a young

be right

hurried to the Director's office. The office door