As the pleasure within her body reached its peak, Liu Ru let out a silent moan. Her body arched, and two ferocious blood wings burst through the skin on her back and unfurled.
Soon, under the control of her will, they slowly retracted again, turning into two dark crimson markings along her shoulder blades.
Who knew how long passed before that wondrous sensation receded like the tide.
Liu Ru slowly opened her eyes.
The world was different.
Darkness was no longer an obstacle, but a familiar curtain.
She could "hear" the heartbeats of small animals a hundred meters away, smell every speck of dust floating in the air, and sense the faint flow of water within the pipes.
And before her stood that familiar aura sharing the same origin as her own.
"Big sister?"
Liu Ru's voice carried confusion and an incredulous tremble.
Liu Xian was now dressed in a simple black gown. Though her face remained pale, it was no longer the sickly pallor she had worn days ago.
Yet those eyes that had once been filled with anxiety were now calm and profound, shimmering with a dark golden radiance similar to Liu Ru's, but far more restrained.
"Little Ru."
Liu Xian spoke gently, but there was an inhuman ethereal quality to her voice.
Liu Ru sprang up from the bed.
She moved so fast that even she was startled. She nearly turned into an afterimage as she lunged toward Liu Xian, only to force herself to stop just before touching her. At a loss, she stared at her own hands.
Those hands were still fair and slender, but her nails had turned dark crimson, and faint black mist curled around her fingertips.
"I..."
But in the very next moment—
Liu Xian reached out and gently took her younger