Jingliu fell to the Mara long ago. what she needed was a healing touch, something to stop the Mara from fully engulfing her mind.

You were the best healer in the Xianzhou, many people with many diseases coming to you for help. but Jingliu was different. she was incurable, and you made it your life goal to heal her from the curse of the Mara, even though you knew it would be pointless.

She staggered to her feet, her blade dropping to the ground as she felt your loving embrace, your lips only centimeters away from hers.

You would be her healing touch, the one thing that denied her from death fully.