Powerless God's In The Powerful World

ARE WE BACK HOME??? ( part one fengjiu's pov)

Fengjiu's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was enveloped in warmth. The bed beneath me was soft, the air still. For a fleeting second, I thought I was dreaming again. But then... that familiar scent wrapped around me. It was strong, grounded, distinct-and I knew it even with my eyes closed.

Djuin.

My heart skipped a beat.

I blinked, looked around... and gasped softly.

I was in Djuin's room.

Not a guest chamber. Not some healing sanctuary.

His room.

Did we... come back?

It looked like we had returned to the Nine Heavens , yet the real question was:

why am I sleeping on his bed? Why here, of all places?

Everything around me was heartbreakingly familiar.

The delicate violet curtains, the scent of plum blossoms, the silver-embroidered bedsheets, the soft glow of the celestial lamps-every detail was exactly the same as it was when I once lived here as his pet. Back when I was pretending to be something I wasn't, just to stay close to him. Just to repay what I believed was a debt. Just to love him quietly in the shadows.

Even the untouched cup of tea sitting on the low table beside the chair-it still had warmth. He had been here recently.

A lump rose in my throat.

I got out of bed slowly, trying not to make a sound, as though waking up in this place might somehow make everything vanish. I walked to the door and opened it.

Outside, the air was crisp. Chilly.

It was nighttime in the Nine Heavens-a rare time when the sun gently recedes, casting soft golden hues over the endless sky. The silence was healing. The world was calm, as if holding its breath.

I wandered out and saw it-the small bench Djuin had crafted for me all those years ago. So that I, his "pet," would have a place to rest beside him.

I had never slept on it.

What an irony, I thought with a soft laugh.

Back then, I had tried so hard to win his heart, to earn his gaze, to stand by him not as a pet or a servant, but as an equal. As someone who loved him. But now... now I am simply sitting here like me. With no motive. No expectation. No repayment.

And for the first time in a long while-I felt peace.

I closed my eyes and let the wind play with my hair. Then, instinctively, I summoned my flute. It appeared in my hand like it had always belonged there.

They say a flute cannot lie.

That whatever melody flows from it is the truest voice of its owner's heart. No masks. No walls. Only honesty.

So I played.

Softly at first. Hesitantly.

Then deeper. With emotion that had been buried for centuries. Every note carried the ache of love unspoken, the quiet sobs of lonely nights, the weight of promises broken by fate.

As I played, a sudden warmth fell over my shoulders.

A shawl .

I stopped. Breath caught in my throat.

The shawl was a rich violet, deep and royal.

Of course, I thought bitterly. Purple. The only color he's ever truly cared for... perhaps the only thing he's ever loved besides Ji Heng.