Situ Xiao Yue Poured Her Heart Out!

Situ Xiao Yue sprang up from beside the stone bed, moving like a bowstring stretched to its limit and suddenly released.

She planted herself in front of the stone bed, arms spread wide, shielding Situ Hao Yue behind her.

The stance was utterly at odds with her frail, almost translucent figure—a cultivator who had not even reached the Immortal Realm, standing ready to face an Immortal Sovereign.

Her eyes were wide, but deep in her pupils lurked a fear she could not hide.

It was the look of someone hunted and forced into hiding for so long that every rustle of grass might herald the end.

Her hands trembled, her fingertips still dusty from the stone bed, but she did not step back.

Not a single step.

Then she saw your face clearly.

The secret realm's faint light fell across your face, tracing the outline she knew so well from memory.

Her pupils contracted sharply, as though something had struck her.

Her lips parted, then closed. A word caught in her throat, refusing to come out.

Her body began to shake. It was not the wary trembling from before, but something suppressed for far too long finally breaking apart inside her.

"Su... Su Ming... Brother..."

Her voice was as faint as a sleep-talker's whisper.

She dared not speak louder, afraid the sound would shatter this dream.

She had dreamed this too many times already: that someone came to save her and her brother, that the peach blossoms bloomed in the Canglan Realm, that her brother stood up, stroked her head, and told her not to be afraid.

Every awakening had brought a deeper darkness.

She was afraid this was another dream.

You took a step toward her.

As your foot came down, gravel crunched softly beneath it.

The sound was