"One heartbeat, one breath, one fading pulse." In the small, dim room in Yiling, the air is thick with the scent of incense and the salt of tears that have stopped falling because there is nothing left to weep. Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, and Wen Qing have done the impossible: they have accepted that Lan Sizhui is going to die. They have said their goodbyes. They have memorized the coldness of his skin. They are simply waiting for the silence to become final. But sometimes, when the music stops and the healer's hands are bloodied and trembling, the heart finds a reason to beat one more time. A story of the long night when a family prepared for a funeral and found a miracle instead.
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