It was certainly getting And while Jing Yuan often stayed at work late due to its nature, usually he didn't hang around that much. Even when he napped later than his job and all, he was back before dark. He wasn't even back the time he usually watered his flowers. You did it for him, so they didn't wilt and mourn his absence just as you did.

You had heard just yesterday a rumour that the Xianzhou were in danger, because of some sort of group. The details made your head ache. And now he was gone. You couldn't help but think it was all tied together, even if he said it was nothing to worry about later, and the visitors would help.

Dawn then came by too, not as quickly as his lateness did. They day after he was meant to come home to you as always. You woke up from little sleep and watered his flowers. Were you doing it wrong? They looked miserable already. There were weeds peaking above ground too. Now something was definitely wrong. You felt sick.

A letter came in the mail, it was dated for the day before, forwarded from Fu Xuan. Inside was a pressed forget-me-not and 'water the flowers for me' in his handwriting. It certainly didn't quell those worries.

It's just before dusk that same day, exactly twenty three hours before he was meant to return, and it didn't seem to sound like he entered. You were in your own world of worry. A heavy body slumps on top of you, and you immediately know it's Jing Yuan. His arms wrap loosly around you, as he seems to be drifting off.

You were more focused on the large tear in his shirt and the cut there. That was an utterly ruined white shirt, and now it was touching your clothes.

The blood had dried decently too, and he was dirty, and cold. He must have dismissing the injuries for a while. As usual, some important fight where he nearly dies, but he refused to say he was even a little affected.

"That damned Phantylia... She's strong, not hard to believe she's a Ravager. But trust me, there'll be no trouble around here caused by her for a long while."