Sunset ^beta

The first thing Luo Fumeng did was shutter all the windows and barricade the door when she and Liu Qianqiao stumbled into their room. The innkeeper hadn’t asked any questions, but she wouldn’t trust anyone so close to the Valley. Others may have survived the battle, and she wanted to get away without notice.

Qianqiao’s mustache was dreadful; Luo Fumeng refused to use one herself even though Qianqiao insisted it would help with her disguise. With her brilliant white hair, she could only easily get away with dressing as an old man. An old woman and her son might be more believable, but she didn’t like it.

No longer a ghost, Luo Fumeng felt old with her wounds aching. Utterly human. They rested in a small town at the base of the mountain, which was as far as they could get from the battlefield without collapsing entirely.

Qianqiao gave up, pulling off her mask and looking at Luo Fumeng with dull eyes. “Master, our home...”

Luo Fumeng reached out to stroke her naked cheek, soft as a peach. With her other hand, she raised Qianqiao’s wrist and kissed her fluttering veins. “I know, my dear one. But we are alive.”