All living things, whether mammal or amphibian, reptile or plant grow old and eventually die. Time flows on and stops for nothing. Ling Xiaoyu had heard of the saying, "Life is a marathon, not a sprint" and almost disagreed. To her, life was like cross-country running; you run through all sorts of crappy terrain and obstacles just to try and finish first. What for?
She had too, grown older. Fighting was behind her, the King of Iron Fist was behind her
certain
devils were behind her, too. However, she had still kept a few of her friends and her dreams of owning and running an amusement park had been realized.
Through the tough and hard times, she had always had someone to help her through them. Hwoarang and Miharu were there for her during the Tournament and when the homework became too much to handle. They were her friends. But now, Hwoarang moved back to South Korea and Miharu had moved on with her own life as well. Time divided all of them.
Xiaoyu was now a rich
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