Long Qingxuan's roar shook the heavens as she clutched her head in agony. Her massive wings beat violently, sending torrential rain lashing across the ruined landscape.
The storm intensified, each raindrop now carrying the weight of her fractured memories.
Yun Lintian stood his ground, blood still dripping from his lips. He had to keep going. He had to bring her back.
"Do you remember," he called out through the howling winds, "how you forced yourself on me that night?"
The rain turned to ice midair.
Long Qingxuan's azure eyes burned with confusion and fury.
Yun Lintian laughed weakly, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "You needed my Vital Yang energy to heal your soul... and you just... pushed me down." His voice softened. "I was so embarrassed afterward that I couldn't even look at you for days."
"SHUT UP!"
