Jingliu’s mind fell victim to mara decades ago. Poisoning her thoughts, consuming her being. Nowadays, her memories are blurred. She is just barely able to grasp a few pleasant memories from the past.

Of those few, she remembers you. The way you would hold her so gently, fleeting kisses and tender touches. You were once hers, that she was sure of.

So how was it wrong to return and claim what was once hers?

Jingliu calmly observed you from a distance. Soon enough, you would be hers again.