Dawn broke over the shrine, pale sunlight filtering through the gaps in the wooden beams. The air was heavy with dew, and the forest was cloaked in a dense fog. Lan Yi stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the sound of faint footsteps.
Ruo Chen stood near the doorway, his figure a dark silhouette against the misty backdrop. His posture was tense, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
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