"Hold on, Xiao-An," Lin Feng whispered, his voice cracking, pressing her hand to his forehead.
"Please, just hold on. I will find a way. The imperial physicians are fools. I will surely find a cure for you."
He gently set her hand down, standing up.
As he turned away from the bed, his expression hardened from grief into a terrifying, unyielding resolve.
He walked into the hallway of the estate, pacing the floorboards.
"Your sister carries a heavy burden," a memory of his mother's voice echoed in his mind. "A burden the world cannot see. If the dark ever consumes her, Feng'er... you must look to the stars."
Lin Feng stopped pacing.
He looked up at the ceiling, as if piercing through the roof to stare directly at the cosmos.
"The Stargazing Tower," Lin Feng muttered, grabbing his heavy broadsword from the weapon rack. "They know everything. They chart the threads. If anyone can fix a shattered soul, it is the Seers."
