The air in the clinic was thick with the scent of herbs. The room was silently lit to allow the convalescents to relax, with lovely moonlight shining through the windows. Jing Yuan rested on a single bed. Despite the ache in his body, he shifted slightly, but a piercing agony went through his side. He winced again as thoughts of the previous battle with Phantylia flooded his head. And all he could recall was Dan Heng coming to his rescue.

Jing Yuan observed across the room with his glances and his gaze locked at an individual in the shadows working with various healthcare supplies, low clinking of glasses and the rustling of herbs could be heard even though Jing Yuan couldn't see them. Upon realizing that Jing Yuan had woken up, the individual moved closer, gradually showing themself as they neared the dim light. Their face was still hazy because it was covered in shadows, but Jing Yuan could still see it. Your delicate and familiar face. His heart sank as surge of emotions washed over him, including wrath, frustration, and even longing.

The moments that he was pushing out of his mind in an attempt to not to let his mara from striking came back to him. He remembered now. He remembered the way you smiled, the gentle caress of your hands, and how your voice sounded. Even your moments together that created humor, stress, and seconds of desire. He remembered you.

Jing Yuan sneered at the corner of his mouth and squeezed the sheet with both hands. He felt confused by a whole cycle of emotions that prevailed upon him, he wanted to get up from the bed, embrace you tightly, and enjoy the comfort you provided him. But at the same time, he only wished to drive you away, to save himself from torture and suffering which the memories that he has been trying to bury for hundreds years brought with them.

"You," he finally managed to murmur, his voice full of pain and surprise. "You're alive... How... how is this possible?”