When twilight broke to stain the clouds above Puyun Cliff a bloody hue, Shen Zhaoci once again caught sight of that pristine white figure at the cliff's edge. The young girl was barefoot upon the frozen gravel, faded red silk intertwined in her hair, looking up at the dead Albizzia tree atop the cliff—the very one she had planted with her own hands on the day her entire family was slaughtered.
"A-Heng." He drew his fox-fur coat tighter around himself as he stepped forward, the lingering warmth of the medicine stove still in his palms. "Your chill will act up again."
Ye Heng slowly turned around, fine ice crystals congealing upon her eyelashes like a butterfly trapped in a spider's web. Twelve years ago, when Shen Zhaoci stepped over the corpses of the entire Ye family, it was precisely such a pair of eyes that he had found. Back then she was merely five years old, curled up in her mother's embrace, clutching half a blood-stained jade pendant.
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