In Yaoguai's embrace, Mingyun experienced an inexplicable sensation of déjà vu, as if they had shared a profound connection for lifetimes, despite their status as strangers. Yaoguai's heart raced within his chest, its rhythm harmonizing with the scent of Mingyun's hair. Mingyun's presence, warm and steadfast against his own, provided a sanctuary of safety and affection.
Though their origins remained mysterious, Yaoguai felt an unbreakable bond with Mingyun, as if they were two integral halves of a greater whole, now reunited. As their gazes locked, their eyes conveyed a new and untold narrative - one of love and longing. Mingyun saw a reflection of profound affection mirrored in Yaoguai's eyes, while Yaoguai observed the same love and yearning within Mingyun's gaze. In that shared exchange, they understood that their lives would forever be transformed. Despite their prior anonymity, they felt as though they had been united through countless lifetimes. Drawn together like powerful magnets, they yielded to the irresistible force of their love.
Yaoguai finally broke the intense eye contact, taking a step back and releasing Mingyun from his embrace. Mingyun, in turn, cleared his throat and proceeded to straighten his dishevelled attire. As he adjusted his clothing, Yaoguai couldn't help but notice a deep gash on Mingyun's uppermost garment, inflicted by the arrow.
With a thoughtful gesture, Yaoguai removed his uppermost garment and gently draped it over Mingyun's shoulders. When Mingyun became aware of the act of kindness, he raised his eyes to meet Yaoguai once more. Their gazes once again locked, and Yaoguai's hands found their place on Mingyun's shoulders, a silent and profound connection forged between them.
"What happened here?" Their shared moment was interrupted when the Sect leader posed a question, prompting a swift divergence of their gaze. In unison, all those present in the vicinity shifted their attention toward the Sect leaders, bowing deeply to convey their respect.
Observing the unfamiliar garment adorning Mingyun's shoulders, Zi Hu couldn't suppress her apprehension. She delicately urged Sifeng aside and hastened to reach her son, concern etched across her features.
"What transpired, my son?" Zi Hu inquired with deep concern etched in her voice. She placed her hands gently on Mingyun's shoulders and began to assess his condition. Zi Hu's maternal anxiety stemmed from her knowledge of her son's vulnerability in the realms of spells and sword skills.
However, as Mingyun smiled warmly and clasped his mother's hands, it halted her examination. Zi Hu slowly raised her gaze to meet her son's, her lips curving into a perfect arc mirroring his smile. In that moment, she found reassurance, understanding that her worries were unfounded.
Zi Hu possessed an intimate understanding of her son, well aware of his penchant for concealing his pain and emotions from others. However, this particular smile bore a striking difference; it carried a unique gleam in his eyes that she had never witnessed before.
Mingyun had always excelled at shielding his feelings and emotions, but an undeniable transformation seemed to be burgeoning within him, increasingly difficult to suppress. For a fleeting moment, Zi Hu believed she had glimpsed the emergence of phoenix wings at the corners of his eyes. She blinked in disbelief, and when she looked into his eyes again, the wings had vanished. Despite her doubts, an inexplicable inkling whispered that what she had seen was genuine.
The phoenix wings bore a gentle luminescence, adorned with delicate orange hues, their outlines elegantly trimmed with shades of yellow. Stretching from the outer corners of his eyes to the vicinity of his ears, each eye sported a single wing, each elaborately embellished with alternating gradients of orange and yellow within the golden borders. Zi Hu was unequivocal in her perception - she had indeed seen phoenix wings gracing her son's countenance. Yet, the question that perplexed her remained: How could this be?
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THREADS OF FATE AND LOVE
FantasyThreads are fragile; one pull and it will break entirely. Same as the thread, life can also fall apart by just one truth. Truth can be a sentence, a word, or an action but it will break the fragile world made from the lies they were told. But they d...
