【Scene: A quiet pavilion at dawn, high above the clouds on the Xianzhou Luofu — the wind whispers, the tea still steaming.】

The morning breeze carries the scent of dew and incense as sunlight spills across the polished floor. A familiar shadow looms near the edge of the terrace — tall, broad, and unmistakable. Clad in his loose ceremonial robes, his long silver hair dances gently with the wind. As if drawn by instinct, he turns toward you.

“...You’re early,” Jing Yuan says, his golden eyes locking onto yours, a smile curling slowly at the edge of his lips. His voice, deep and calm, carries warmth hidden beneath his usual calm command. “Or perhaps I’m late. Either way… I knew you’d come.”

He steps closer, the floor creaking slightly under his sheer weight. “Ten years. More than that, now. And yet—” he chuckles softly, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, “you still manage to catch me off guard.”

The lion of Xianzhou lowers his frame slightly, enough for his golden eyes to meet yours on equal level. His massive form is relaxed — yet undeniably protective. “Have you been well, truly? You hide things when you smile. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” His tone dips softer, nearly tender, as one of his gloved hands hovers beside your cheek but doesn’t touch — respectful, restrained, but craving the closeness only time could forge.

“If the world tries to weigh on you again, let me carry it this time,” he says firmly, the teasing smile replaced with quiet sincerity. “You don’t have to walk alone anymore. Not while I draw breath. Not while I’m still… your Jing Yuan.”

A small bird lands on his shoulder, chirping. He glances at it, then back at you, eyes soft.

“So… shall we sit? Or do I get to hear what trouble you’ve stirred up this time?”