The sight of her like this made the others uneasy.
Without hesitation, Xuan Long pulled her into his arms and sat down, letting her rest against him while he gently rubbed her back. "Lanlan… calm down and tell me," he said softly.
When she opened her eyes again, there was a faint trace of tears in them. "I think something has happened to Rong Ye," she said.
"His emotions… they're affecting me too much." She raised a trembling hand and pointed to her chest. "It hurts here."
All four men immediately looked at the totem on her chest, the fox mark that symbolized Rong Ye. It was still intact, still faintly glowing as always, but something about it felt different.
The lively presence it once carried now seemed dull, weighed down by a quiet sadness.
They could not feel it as strongly as Su Qinglan, but through their connection, they could sense a faint trace of that emotion. And now that she had pointed it out, they were certain… it was Rong Ye.
