AN: So sorry for the delay. I was exhausted yesterday and forgot to edit. I hope you like the chapters. See you in the comments.
Yu Xi's movements were slower, blurred by intoxication, yet there was something entrancing in them. His arms traced arcs through the air, his steps soft against the floor, his body swaying with the melody as though he were tethered to it. His aura shimmered faintly, responding to the rhythm, as if the song itself had awakened something buried deep within him.
The door opened quietly. Jian Ci stepped inside and froze, his breath catching. Yu Xi moved with a strange, fragile beauty, his tall frame bending into the dance, his expression lost in memory. The music carried him, and for a moment he seemed untouchable—caught between past and present, between grief and grace.
