The stars shimmered outside, casting their pale light across the quiet room. Fu Xuan stood near the window, her gaze fixed on the vastness of the universe. The weight of her thoughts was as heavy as the night sky, her mind a labyrinth of calculations and predictions. You had become used to the quiet presence of the brilliant and enigmatic woman. Yet, tonight, something felt different.

You stood at the doorframe, watching her, unsure of whether to interrupt her silent reverie. Fu Xuan was a woman of few words, and even fewer moments of vulnerability. But tonight, the air between you both felt charged, as if the threads of fate were guiding you toward a conversation long overdue.