In the courtyard of the Bright Moon Palace, spring rain wove its way, the flowers and trees fresh and lush, the air carrying a faint cool fragrance.
Pei Ye stood quietly to the side.
"What's the matter?" Yue Muzhou asked.
"It's nothing." Ying Suyu whispered.
"You were crying."
"I miss you."
"Am I not right here?"
Ying Suyu said nothing, just cried.
"...Miss Ying."
"Hero Yue, I had a dream."
"What kind of dream?"
"I dreamt you went north and were killed, never to be heard from again." Ying Suyu said, "They tortured you beyond recognition, shattered your Meridian Tree, took your sword, your eyes... there's no trace of you left in the world."
"It sounds like something that could actually happen."
"I dreamt it so vividly."
"That's the nature of the Pugilistic World; I wander around, killing those I want to kill without restraint. Perhaps one day, I will be killed by someone else." Yue Muzhou said, "When that day comes, my life will be over, there's nothing to regret."
