There will be no wedding. I have three days to plan a long-lasting vengeance battle. Dragons will rein from the sky. The rain will not be water. It will be fire. I light a fire in my hand. I place my finger on Lotus Peir. It will burn. I can imagine from my spies that this will be cramped. All clans are coming to play the part. Seems like a perfect time to come back to the living. It's time to remind the world I'm not dead. I'm not dead, though I might look like it.

"Master, we've scanned the lands. They're all coming. The clan leaders are coming." Lin Yo flutters.

"Good." I say.

I let out a breath. I am hollow. I worry about what they'll say when they see what a mad man I've become. They turned me into a demon. They cursed me. I feel the hole in my chest. I wince. There's just dust. There's nothing resembling a human.

"Are you okay?" I hear.

I turn.

"I'm fine, Lan Zhan." I turn my head.

He sits down. I look at him.

"Oh, here." I throw a ribbon to him. 

He catches it.

"I... I noticed you still haven't worn a headband. I don't know... I guess... I kind of liked you wearing one." I say.

Ah fuck. This is embarrassing as shit.

"Wei Ying." Lan Zhan looks up at me.

"Well... I..." I start.

I turn to him. He was wearing at.

"Do... you *clears throat* like it?" I look down.

He stands up and lifts my head up.

"Yes." He presses his lips into mine.