A few days passed.
Not slowly.
Not quickly.
Just… steadily.
The kind of days that didn't demand attention, did not force decisions, did not push anyone toward anything urgent. After everything that had happened, that kind of time felt almost unfamiliar.
Shunya did not question it.
He let it happen.
The room he stayed in felt quieter than usual. Not empty, not abandoned, just… still. Feng Xia hadn't come out from his spiritual sea since the day they returned. There had been no sound, no movement, no sign of her presence.
At first, he noticed.
The n — he stopped thinking about it.
Not deliberately.
It just… slipped.
Like some thing placed slightly outside his focus.
The system did not say anything either.
No messages.
No prompts.
No flickers of interference.
It stayed silent.
And that silence made it easier.
Easier to forget.
