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"You talk too much, for a guy," Min Yue bellows, her voice cutting through the thick tension between us. In one fluid, practiced motion, she summons the prowess of her Moonlight Jade's Second Symphony, a technique as beautiful as it is deadly. Her robes, a dance of jade and ivory, flutter like banners in the rising tempest of her wrath, heralding the onset of her fury.

The trajectories of her sword become clear to me with Dea's guidance, allowing me to weave through her attacks with barely a hair's breadth to spare. I draw near, our heads close enough for whispers. "Usually, I am the silent type," I confess, "but your presence has unlocked something in my heart, coaxing out words as sweetly as the scent of plum that envelops you."