Bathed in the silver moonlight, Yun Lintian sat in his yard. A semblance of peace settled around him, yet his gaze lingered on the distant horizon, a hint of melancholy tingeing his features.
Twenty-four hours in this alien world, and Yun Lintian already found himself consumed by worry. Though confident his loved ones could escape the God Tomb unharmed, a nagging unease persisted, a constant echo in the back of his mind.
Suddenly, a gentle hand settled on Yun Lintian's shoulder, startling him from his reverie. His father, Yun Wuhan, sat down beside him, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Troubled by the upcoming trial, Tian'er?"
Yun Lintian met his father's gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Not quite. My thoughts are elsewhere at the moment."
A flicker of concern crossed Yun Wuhan's features. "Your memory," he began cautiously, "have you made any progress in recovering it?"
Yun Lintian offered a rueful shake of his head. "Not a single shred. It's a complete blank canvas."
