Reunion After a Century
A hundred years had passed, yet time had not dimmed the love and bonds that tied them together. On the riverbank, Xiao Yan stood among the Saints, Nem, and Di'or, the morning mist swirling around them. A sword lay before them, gleaming in the dawn light.
"The sword is complete," Nem announced, his voice steady. "All will end soon. And… I will regain my memories soon."
Di'or frowned, unease written across her features. "Why do I feel bad about this? Regaining your memories… it feels… wrong."
"Speaking of Mi-An, don't you miss her? You said you loved her. Have you looked for her?" Di'or asked, then walked away before Nem could answer.
"Di'or…" Nem muttered, but she was already gone.
Xiao Yan's gaze fell to the river, reflecting the rising sun. "I miss her… the past hundred years, I have searched for her. But I do not know where she is."
One of the Saints from the XiWu sect pointed skyward. "I have observed the stars. I feel that one day soon, she will return."
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him.
"Xiao Yan!"
He spun around, his heart racing. Mi-An stood there, radiant and alive. Shock and joy battled within him. He ran to her, enveloping her in his arms.
"Mi-An… where have you been all this while?" he whispered, voice trembling.
"I'm sorry," she replied softly.
"Say no more," he said, wiping away her tears. "Just don't leave me again, uhn."
"I won't. I promise," Mi-An said, her voice filled with conviction.