"Of course, I understand; I've learned to concoct elixirs before," the snow weasel said.
The snow weasel gathered the items it wanted and then drew out an alchemy array on a clear spot of ground. It spat out the bead from its stomach once again, and the bead floated in the center of the array. Suddenly, a fierce flame burst into existence.
With practiced and expert movements, the snow weasel added the medicinal ingredients it had collected into the flames, paying careful attention to timing, proportions, and heat.
Xia Mengdie sat on a mossy rock, watching the snow weasel work, hesitating for a long time before she asked, "Can you tell me about the past? Was I really Lin Mo's wife?"
"Yes, you always were," the snow weasel blinked its bright eyes, nodding its head, its mannerisms endearingly cute. "But I've forgotten everything, tell me from the beginning," Xia Mengdie said, biting her thin lips, a complex expression on her lovely face.
