Jin Zixuan had seen her go through a manic episode before, back at the hospital when his wife had delivered. But this... this was worse. This was raw, unfiltered trauma clawing its way to the surface.
They couldn't even tell what the reason was. All they could do was stare at their own hands and watch them tremble uselessly.
Inside, Zhou Yuxi's past and future clashed violently in the space between one heartbeat and the next, until only Mu Yunchen's steady rhythm remained, anchoring her to a world that finally, finally, belonged to her and him alone.
Zhou Yuxi's breathing was raw, trembling against Mu Yunchen's chest like a wounded bird. Her fists were still curled tightly in his shirt, knuckles bone-white, and she shivered as if she were drowning on dry land.
Her eyes fluttered open, wet lashes trembling like butterfly wings as she forced the nightmare back behind her lids, back into the dark corner where it belonged, though it never stayed there long.
