Without hesitation, the Seer leaned in, closing the gap between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle—a kiss born of desperation, driven by the primal need to keep her alive.
The bitter taste of the pills he had crushed between his teeth mixed as their mouths moved with fierce intensity. Ling Yue, though weak, gradually matched his urgency as the pills took effect. It was as if they had breathed life back into her. With strength slowly returning to her limbs, she slid her arms around the Seer, holding him as though he were the only thing anchoring her to reality.
Even after the pills had done their work, the kissing continued. The Seer couldn't pull away—relief coursed through him at the realization that she was still alive, but so did the fear of losing her. The maddening swirl of emotions, ones he barely understood, let alone controlled, consumed him.
