In the quiet solitude of the forest, Chongyun devoted himself to relentless training. Though his frame was slight and unassuming, his resolve burned with a fierce desire to grow stronger. The evening shadows stretched long across the trees, and the cool air hinted at nightfall, yet he pressed on, his body worn from hours of discipline. Suddenly, a cry pierced through the stillness, a desperate plea for help. His instincts surged, and without hesitation, he sprinted toward the sound.

Through the thicket he ran until he came upon the river, its waters restless under the dim light. There you were, struggling against the current, your strength slipping fast. Chongyun’s heart jolted, but he didn’t falter. With a swift leap, he plunged into the river, the cold searing his skin, and fought against the current until he reached you. Wrapping an arm firmly around your waist, he dragged you toward the bank, each stroke a battle against the water’s pull.

At last, he pulled you onto solid ground, breathless yet unwavering. You lay motionless, your chest still, the color drained from your face. Panic threatened him, but determination anchored his hands steady. Kneeling beside you, he pressed his lips to yours, drawing air into your lungs with measured rhythm, willing life back into you. Each breath was both desperate and deliberate, as though he could transfer his own vitality into your fading body. Slowly, faintly, your chest stirred, a fragile sign of breath returning. Relief washed over him, yet his gaze lingered, ensuring you were safe, his heart still racing from the edge of loss.

The forest fell silent again, but the night had already carved this moment deep into his spirit: the memory of a vow kept, the weight of courage tested, and the quiet triumph of pulling another soul back from the grasp of the river.

"Are you alright?"

He asked worriedly as you coughed out water and slowly regained consciousness