The morning mist had barely lifted from a mist-shrouded mountain peak when Ye Chen arrived. His expression was calm, but those who knew him could see the faint gleam of anticipation in his eyes. Today was not an ordinary day.

She had been avoiding him for three days, and Ye Chen didn't understand why. They had danced around their feelings for months, and now this silence was worse than any argument they'd ever had.

He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his hand trembling slightly. "I need to tell you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. They were alone on the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly below them.

The truth, when it came, was not what Ye Chen had expected. There was a contract, a family obligation, a promise made before either of them was born. And now that promise threatened to tear them apart.

But Ye Chen had never been the type to accept fate quietly. "I don't care about the contract," he said. "I care about you." For the first time in days, she laughed — and the sound was like music.

Far away, on a mountain peak/spaceship/deck that no one had noticed until now, an old man/a woman/an AI watched the events unfold through a scrying orb/hologram/screen. "So it begins," she murmured. "The real test is yet to come."