He found himself standing in a vast, fog-covered field. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, yet the sky above was painfully clear, stars glimmering like scattered shards of glass.
A figure appeared in the mist ahead, Bai Zhi. She was dressed in white, her hair flowing down her back like a black river. Her face was pale but serene, her lips curving into the faintest smile.
"Shen Xiao…" Her voice was soft, almost weightless. "You promised you'd never leave me. You can't."
Before he could move toward her, another figure emerged on his right, Yueyao. She was holding a small child in her arms, the child's face hidden against her shoulder. Her eyes were steady, but there was a deep ache in them.
"You promised me, too," she said quietly. "You promised us a home."
