Yue Yue watched, her heart hammering against her ribs, as the scene shifted into a cold, dimly lit bedroom.
She saw Ruoxi sleeping peacefully, her white rabbit ears relaxed. Beside her, Fang Yan sat in a chair, leaning his head against the edge of the bed, ever the silent guardian even in sleep.
Then, a shadow moved. It was not a monster or a beast; it was a blur of movement, a weapon that left no scent and made no sound. It was an assassination so perfect that the air did not even ripple.
Yue Yue tried to scream, to warn them, but she was just a ghost in a vision. She watched as a blade of pure, concentrated energy pierced Ruoxi's heart and Fang Yan's throat in a single, lightning fast strike.
They died instantly. In their final, instinctive moments, their hands found each other. Fang Yan's fingers curled around Ruoxi's, and she died with her head tilted toward him.
