He raised his hand with deliberate ceremonial slowness, pressing his forefinger to the center of her forehead. Li Hua felt a cool sensation spiral into her consciousness—not invasive but harmonious, like a stream of clear water merging with a larger river.
"What was that?" she asked, her hand reaching instinctively to touch the spot where spiritual energy still tingled beneath her skin.
"A fragment of my consciousness," he explained, his golden eyes studying her reaction carefully. "It will let us maintain contact regardless of distance or dimensional barriers. Should we be separated again—by choice or by force—we will never truly lose each other. The connection is dormant unless needed, respecting your mental privacy while ensuring we cannot be completely severed from one another again."
