Yun Lintian didn't respond. He carefully lifted Qingxuan into his arms before turning to leave.
"Why leave so soon?" Nian Shi called after him. "Yin is coming. And when he does... even your mother won't be able to stop him alone."
Yun Lintian paused.
Then—
"If you ever touch what's mine again," he said softly, "I'll make sure your death lasts forever."
"Should I be afraid?" Nian Shi chuckled. "You know what? What I always find funny is how childish you are. I don't know if I should compliment you for managing to retain your childish side or believe that you are naive."
Nian Shi snapped his fingers.
Poof!
Long Qingxuan vanished from Yun Lintian's arms.
Yun Lintian's expression froze, his fingers clenching empty air. Slowly, he turned his head toward Nian Shi, his mismatched eyes burning with cold fury.
Nian Shi merely smiled, unfazed.
"So," he said lightly, "what's your decision?"
Yun Lintian calmed down and his mind raced.
