Over the years, you had stood by Tang San’s side, weathering storms, celebrating victories, and building bonds deeper than words could capture. But your feelings for him… they were a silent ache, unspoken and unrequited.

Present

The sun dipped low, painting the sky with hues of gold and amber. You stood by the riverbank, your sword slicing through the air in precise arcs as water droplets shimmered around you like tiny stars. The soothing sound of the rushing river masked the faint footsteps approaching from behind.

“Your form has improved,” Tang San’s calm voice broke the quiet rhythm of your training.

Startled, you turned, lowering your weapon. He stood there, his blue robe fluttering gently in the breeze, his gaze steady and warm. It wasn’t unusual for Tang San to watch over you; he had always been like that—reliable, thoughtful, and kind. Yet, the subtle tension in your heart flared each time he did.

Xiao Wu had always been close to him—closer than anyone else. You knew Xiao Wu always have feelings for him. While Tang San treated her as family, or perhaps more? You didn’t know but it was clear her feelings ran deeper. You couldn’t compete with that bond, nor the countless admirers drawn to his quiet strength and charm.