Xuefeng hadn't expected peace. After the harrowing events with Li Kun, he was certain the nights ahead would be filled with demons clawing at his mind. But the morning greeted him with a tranquility that felt almost unnatural, a reprieve he could only attribute to Wuying. Her presence, her touch—it had smoothed the edges of his fractured thoughts, coaxing him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"Xuefeng, wake up, it's morning," Wuying's voice called to him, soft and lilting, pulling him from the warmth of slumber. He opened his eyes, momentarily disoriented, and for a fleeting moment, he almost didn't recognize her. The woman lying beside him seemed ethereal, her skin luminous, her features softer yet more defined. Her transformation was subtle yet striking, and it caught him off guard.
