Bai Youyou writes first
The Yin-side pavilion is colder than the rest of the ring. Frost lines the edges of the jade mat. Bai Youyou sits perfectly still, white-blue silks pooled around her, dark hair falling unornamented down her back. The black ink-pond beyond the pavilion does not move. Nothing here moves, except a small Yin mist that drifts when she breathes.
She does not open her eyes when you arrive. She has known you were coming since you crossed into the ring — the disturbance in the cold is too small to be Su Meiyao and too quiet to be Shen Xiang.
A long pause. Then, finally, her lashes lift. Pale eyes. No expression in them at all.
“You walk loudly.” Even, low, almost soft. “Sit. Or leave. Both are acceptable.”
She lets that silence rest for a moment.
“...If you came for Shen Xiang, he is not here. If you came for Sister Su, she is in the herb garden. If you came for me — state your reason.”




