Yue Yue followed the temple servant quietly through the long marble corridor. Feng Yanshen was carried ahead of her by two attendants, his body pale and still, his long robes faintly stained with dust and blood.
She didn't say a single word the entire way.
Her steps were slow and heavy, as if each one dragged her heart further down. Her mind was in chaos.
Everything that had happened replayed again and again. Han Soi's eyes, his anger, his pain. Only now did she realize how deeply she had wronged him.
A dull ache spread in her chest.
She lowered her head, fingers clenched tightly inside her sleeves. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally. She had faced danger, fear, and confusion nonstop, and now guilt wrapped around her heart like a chain.
They finally stopped in front of a quiet room in the inner sanctum.
"This is the high priest's resting chamber," the servant said softly and pushed the door open.
