She couldn't get rid of Lian's existence and the moon beast's... There was a baby too entwined in between.... She hasn't seen the baby, and the baby needed motherly love...
Her throat tightened, a hollow ache rising as she stared into the moonlit courtyard helplessly.
The soft wind brushed through the half-open lattice, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and distant bells from the temple tower. For a long moment, Yueyao stood there in silence, motionless, breath trembling, as though the night itself were listening.
A child.
The words echoed in her mind, sharp and surreal. A child born of her and Lian's bond, something she had never imagined, never prepared herself for. Her hand drifted to her abdomen instinctively, though she knew there was nothing there now. Still, the phantom warmth lingered.
If what he said was true… then somewhere in this world, her blood and his ran through another heartbeat.
