"Let's go. We'll talk once we're out of here."
"I can sense a few guards coming over."
...
...
「In the inn.」
Nangong Jin lay alone on Pei Yuhang's bed. The brocade quilt was a tangled mess, half-covering her, but she felt no warmth from it.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, her gaze unfocused, her expression vacant.
Nangong Jin felt as if she had no strength left in her body, like a brocade carp washed ashore, about to suffocate, utterly lost.
'...So cold.'
She slowly curled into a ball, her fingertips clutching the corner of the quilt, knuckles turning white from the force.
["Junior Sister, the seven passions and six desires you once severed are being summoned back by Ji Shenyun through heretical means."]
["Your feelings for me aren't genuine. They are the result of Ji Shenyun's deliberate manipulation."]
["We are family... and we can only be family."]
Pei Yuhang's voice echoed in her mind again, low and clear, repeating endlessly in her ears like a Spell.
