7239, Mingsue Lu.
Three years have passed.
Dada Pig Mi Hua and Ha Xiang Pi Dog are officially together. There was no grand ceremony, only the blessings of friends and family nearby. Qian Lan and Xuan Lin gifted them a pair of handcrafted jade pendants, while Xing Yuan Che and Ma Rao presented a star chart. Mo Yu Pan performed an original composition on seven instruments—the solemnity of the piano, the mellowness of the guitar, the clarity of the flute, the tenderness of the violin, the resonance of the guzheng, and the energy of the drum kit—woven into a moving symphony.
In Dada Zhu Mi Hua's heart, Yun Qiao still holds a special place. Yet the longing she feels is no longer a painful burden but a warm memory. She occasionally shares stories of Yun Qiao with Ha Xiang Pi Gou, recounting the days they fought together. Ha Xiang Pi Gou listens quietly and sometimes asks, "Master Yun Qiao was quite formidable, wasn't he?"
"Yes," Dada Zhu Mihua said with a smile, nodding. "He's very gentle and brave."
Haxiangpi dog will tightly hold her hand and say seriously, "I will protect you just like he did."
He truly delivered. Whether in daily life or during occasional beast attacks, he always stood between the Dada Pig and Honey Flower first, protecting their happiness in his own way.
Dada Zhu Mi Hua has changed significantly. She is no longer impulsive; she acts with greater composure while still maintaining her lively and cheerful spirit. She now visits the sunrise at Fuhu Dream Mountain with Haxiang Pi Dog, buys osmanthus cakes at the Mingxue Lu market, and pays respects at Yunqiao's grave to share how well she is doing.
On a sunny day, the gardens of Mingxue Lu were in full bloom. Qianlan and Xuanlin enjoyed tea in a pavilion, while Xingyuanche and Ma Ruo took a stroll on the nearby lawn. Dada Pig Miflower and Ha Xiangpigou sat by the flowerbeds, watching butterflies flutter about.
"Mihua," Qian Lan suddenly spoke, "do you still think of Yunqiao now?"
Dada Zhu Mi Hua nodded with a gentle smile. "Yes. Whenever I see the Blue Butterfly Flower or recall past memories, he comes to mind."
"So, you..." Qian Lan hesitated, then fell silent.
"I'm grateful to him." Dada Zhu Mi Hua stepped in, "Thank you for loving me for 700 years and for everything you've done for me. Thank you for teaching me how to love and how to let go."
She turned to the happy dog beside her, her eyes full of tenderness. "The past is behind us; what matters is now. I'm happy right now, and that's enough."
Haxiangpi Dog took her hand and nodded firmly.
Qian Lan looked at her with a relieved smile. She knew that Dada Pig Honeyflower had finally moved past her past and found her own happiness.
As the sun sets, golden light bathes every corner of Mingxue Lu. In the distant sky, the彼岸星 has risen, gently watching over the people on this land.
A few blue butterflies fluttered out of the garden, landed on Dada Zhu's shoulder, then gently took flight again toward the setting sun.
Dada Zhu Mi Hua watched them, a faint smile playing on her lips.
She knew Yun Qiao was somewhere, happy for her.
[End of Volume 3]