After a while, Yi Chen stirred and let out a small sound as he slowly opened his eyes.
Rubbing them, he sat up and saw Shenhe standing beside the bed. Her posture was as upright as ever, but her gaze wandered, avoiding his, her hands awkwardly folded in front of her.
"Morning, Senior Sister…"
He yawned, still half-asleep.
Shenhe's body trembled faintly at the sound of his voice.
She took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision, then turned to face him and bowed deeply.
"Junior Brother… last night, I lost my composure."
Yi Chen: "???"
He blinked in confusion, completely lost as to why she was apologizing so seriously.
Shenhe kept her head lowered, ears burning red.
"I… should not have… crossed boundaries, nor been so unexpectedly close with you. It was improper and violated decorum. I fear… I may have sullied your reputation. The fault is mine. Please punish me."
She spoke with grave seriousness, though she avoided specifics—too ashamed to voice them.
Yi Chen stood there, dazed, trying to recall the night.
All he remembered was her petting his head, feeling really comfortable, then falling asleep… and maybe sleeping extra warm?
Had he been restless? Taken up her space? Kicked her like he once did to Kaeya?
Thinking it might be his fault, Yi Chen grew embarrassed.
"Ah! You mean that?
It's fine! I was probably sleeping badly and crowding you, right?
Or stealing your space?
I should be the one apologizing! Sorry if I took advantage and made you sleep poorly!
I'll behave better next time!"
He smiled brightly, completely unconcerned.
Shenhe stared at him.
He didn't know.
He truly didn't know—yet he still blamed himself.
How could someone be this pure… this kind?
Emotion and responsibility flooded her.
She looked into his clear, innocent eyes, and an unshakable resolve formed.
Since she had "ruined" him—
She would take full responsibility.
Shenhe lifted her head, her expression no longer panicked but unwavering.
"No. The fault is mine. You bear no blame."
"Since I have committed this wrong, I will take full responsibility."
In her heart, she swore:
I, Shenhe, vow this day—
I will formally marry Yi Chen and bring him home.
I will protect him for the rest of my life
and repay this debt of purity.
Heaven and earth bear witness. This vow shall not change.
Yi Chen, completely unaware of the terrifying weight behind her words, scratched his head and laughed.
"Senior Sister, you really don't have to be this serious…
Come on, let's wash up and start today's training!"
He jumped off the bed, energetic as always—utterly unaware that the ice-cold beauty beside him had just put 'marry him' at the top of her life plan.
While washing, Yi Chen reached blindly for his towel, eyes closed.
Suddenly, he sensed someone beside him.
He opened one wet eye to see Shenhe standing there, holding his towel.
"Why do you have my towel?"
At that, Shenhe stepped forward decisively and—without hesitation—pressed the towel onto his face with the force of someone polishing armor.
"Wait—Senior Sis—mmph!"
His protest was muffled as his face was aggressively wiped.
She scrubbed with extreme seriousness, as though performing a vital task.
"Hey! Gently! It hurts! My skin's coming off!"
Yi Chen flailed helplessly.
Shenhe ignored him.
This was my responsibility.
After finishing, she stepped back, satisfied.
Yi Chen's face was spotless—also bright red. His hair stuck out in odd directions, eyes dazed like he'd survived a catastrophe.
Shenhe nodded firmly.
"This is correct."
Yi Chen covered his burning face, full of questions he wisely chose not to ask.
"…As long as you're happy, Senior Sister."
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