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At most, he could scroll through their old chats and feel sad for himself. Sean was not the type to wallow. Sitting on the plane, scrolling through old messages and crying quietly was far beneath someone like him. As a man used to winning, he refused to behave like a loser. Hence, throughout the twenty-three-hour flight to Sunland, Sean kept his eyes closed, resting. He was not a failure or a weakling. He was determined that once he arrived, he would win Eve back and restore their relationship to how it had been.

He moved his hand again, raised his hand, and waved it at the powder. Hu! The wind rose and blew toward the dust that was trying to condense again. Before half of the skull could take shape, it felt a strong wind blowing toward it. Under the strong wind, the dust couldn’t be condensed or be stabilized. Samuel didn't even turn around. He just glanced at it and sneered. However, at this moment, the fierce wind changed direction and rushed toward Samuel. Samuel frowned and looked back at the white wind monster. The wind monster snorted coldly and smiled disdainfully. "You want to play this trick in front of me? Dream on!"

Lucien took a deep breath and gestured for the servants to place the gifts on the table beside him. The butler and servants quietly set the gifts down and left the room. Lucien stared at the pile of gifts on the table, his eyes clouded with darkness. It was at that moment that he noticed a piece of paper pressed beneath the stack. He pulled the paper out, ready to discard it, but the words on it suddenly caught his eye. The handwriting was delicate, just like Christina herself—always gentle and calm. No matter what difficulty she faced, she remained composed.

“I was actually just wondering what brand this scarf is. It’s incredibly scratchy against my neck.” He let out a bright, boisterous laugh. And right at that exact moment, the northern lights finally burst across the sky. A brilliant ribbon of emerald green light stretched flawlessly from one horizon all the way to the other, looking infinitely more breathtaking than any professional photograph I had ever seen in my life. Rain kept his head tilted upward, staring at the sky for a long time before he finally reached deep into his heavy parka pocket and pulled out a small ring box. It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entire

The cold gust of wind was still traveling, each sheet of the blizzard moving together with intent, with sentience. It was not until it reached the narrow mouth of a cave that the cold gust began circling at the entrance like a whirlwind before dissipating and what was left travelled like a wisp of smoke into the cave.

Warm air filled the car, making it cozy inside. When we reached the tomb, I prepared to get out as soon as the car stopped. However, the moment I opened the door, Seth grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back. Throughout the entire journey, my pale cheeks were flushed red by the warm wind. Seth's brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with anger when he saw that. "Who told you to come with Serena's fiancé? "I thought those five years in the countryside would make you obedient and well-behaved, but you're still so shameless!

"Ryan, could you reconsider me?" Her eyes felt like they had X-ray vision, like she could see right through me, stripping me bare. I felt unbearably awkward, my whole body heating up. Even my breath felt scalding. I couldn't utter a single word, and for the longest time, I couldn't manage to take my door key out of my pocket. She slipped her small hand into my pocket, fished out the key, opened the door, and pushed me inside. Her body was also burning hot, her breathing rapid. "Ryan, I…"

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

🖤The wind changes before dawn. It carries the scent of iron, dust, and broken vows — the kind that still bleed long after they’re sworn. The ground trembles beneath the weight of marching paws and armored feet; the air hums with breath and dread. Across the plain, heat ripples over the fields. Banners flash gold and crimson in the sun, wolves in half-form moving like a living tide. The horizon blurs with smoke and movement — a line of men and beasts and choices waiting to collide.

I sighed, kneeling to pick it up but before I could, without warning wind stirred blowing my hair in my face. It sent a chill down my spine and that's when I realized my windows wwte closed. The gust of wind came from the book, it flipped it open with a flutter landing on a page. The page glowed faintly, as if the ink itself had been written with light. There was a handprint burned into the page charred at the edges, and just about the size of mine. Beneath it, one word shimmered. Summon. There was something else at the end but it wasn’t a language I knew, but something about it tugged at the back of my mind. Like I should know it. Like it was buried somewhere in my mind.