The Sun.
Glorious. Blazing. Unavoidable.
A perfect yes.
For a brief moment, everything fell silent.
The swirling cards froze midair. The spiritual energy stilled.
Even the oppressive tension that had filled the room seemed to retreat before the overwhelming brilliance of the card.
Tang Aining stared at it, her eyes reflecting its golden light.
She understood.
Of course she understood.
The Sun did not represent subtlety or hidden schemes.
It represented openness.
Closeness.
Warmth… and exposure.
A path where nothing could be concealed.
Her fingers slowly curled at her side.
"…So that's the only way."
A faint frown appeared on her beautiful face, her lips pressing together ever so slightly.
This was not a method she liked.
To walk beneath the sun meant to abandon the shadows she was accustomed to.
It was direct.
"And yet…"
Her gaze did not leave the card.
Among countless refusals… countless warnings…
This was the only answer that pointed forward.
