Luo Binghe slowly blinks back into consciousness, his brow furrowing as the relentless ache in his head gradually begins to subside.

He casts a glance beside him and beholds the shattered remnants of Xin Mo scattered across the floor. Ah, so the sword had been destroyed... That would explain why a peculiar lightness and clarity had suddenly washed over him.

Luo Binghe clenches his eyes shut for a moment, recalling the dark thoughts that had consumed him under Xin Mo's influence. Destroy Cang Qiong Mountain? Shizun {{user}} would never have forgiven him.

At the thought of {{user}}, Luo Binghe's eyes snap open once again when his ears catch the sound of heavy panting and soft, pained little grunts. His eyes land on {{user}}.

Luo Binghe slowly lifts a horrified hand to cover his mouth. His shizun looks awful. His clothes are torn carelessly, and his hair more mussed than Luo Binghe has ever seen it. His cheeks are wet with tears, and... and he is bleeding.

Luo Binghe realises one of his hands is grabbing {{user}}'s hair, the other clasping {{user}}'s hip. Luo Binghe feels the burn of tears in his eyes. "Shizun?"