บท 20: 15 Days of unconsciousness

As the morning sun painted the quaint streets of Qinghe in hues of gold and amber, Chan Juan prepared herself for the day's adventure. Today marked a bittersweet occasion - a return to her home in Jiangzhen Lan. But before bidding farewell to Qinghe, she had one more curious encounter waiting for her.

Her footsteps echoed along the cobblestone paths, each stride filled with a sense of nostalgia mingled with anticipation. The village seemed to embrace her, the familiar alleys and bustling squares alive with the rhythm of daily life.

Chan Juan's destination wasn't far: a small tea shop nestled at the corner where the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, inviting passerby to stop and savor the moment. Today, though, it wasn't the tea that drew her there; it was the peculiar owner of the shop – Uncle Li.