Powerless God's In The Powerful World

Are Back Home??? ( Part Two Djiun 'S Pov)

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Djuin's Pov

She wasn't in the room when I returned.

The bed was cold-too cold. She'd been gone a while.

I stepped out, searching instinctively, a worry I didn't understand tugging at me. Then I heard it-

Music. Faint. Melancholic.

I followed the sound through the garden path. The night was chilly, but I barely noticed.

They say a flute cannot lie.
That whatever melody flows from it is the truest voice of its owner's heart.

She played with her soul.

Each note struck something inside me I didn't know could ache. Her music... it wasn't just sorrow-it was history, buried pain, unbearable longing, and strength. Strength that had endured far too much.

Every note she let out from her flute stabbed somewhere deep inside my heart. I had heard music before-heard songs of war, hymns of worship, lullabies whispered between lovers. But this... this was a grief made melody.

And then she stopped.

I had draped the shawl over her shoulders without thinking. I had always known that purple kept her warm, even though it suited me more. That moment, her body stilled. I could feel her breath catch before she turned.

And there she was.

My Xiao Bai.

Not the mischievous fox spirit. Not the playful companion. But the woman who had lived through twelve thousand years with her heart bleeding and still smiling.

I sat beside her, my chest tight with words I didn't yet understand. My fingers were cold.

She asked me to sit.
I did.

Then she told me her story.

Piece by piece.

With laughter that trembled. With tears she tried to hide behind flute notes. With a voice that cracked like glass beneath the weight of everything she carried.

"Xiao Bai... sometimes, I feel like the man you speak of... the one you loved so much... I know him. Isn't he... an immortal? Was your mortal husband... a reincarnation of him?"

She froze in her place.

I stepped closer. "Why don't you tell him? Confess? I've seen people do it-tell their once-cherished ones how they felt, just so they can move on."

She looked away, tears pricking in her eyes. "You speak in full sentences now. Back then, you barely strung words together."

I tilted my head, amused. "Maybe this journey helped me learn my expression."

She smiled, but her voice trembled. "You're right, Djuin. He was immortal. My mortal husband was the reincarnation of his immortal self."

I felt her breath hitched.

"I don't want to confess, not because I don't love him... but because I'm afraid. Siming told me the closer I get to him, the more danger he'll face."

She covered her face with her hands as the tears spilled.

"Hicc... I love him so much... hicc... Why can't I be with him? Why only me?"

Her voice cracked.

"Why can't I just love him for who he is? Not what he is? Why is fate so cruel?"