The world had turned out kinder than the stories ever promised.In this life, the Beefleaf tale did not end in bitterness or regret. Confessions were spoken instead of buried, hands were held instead of let go, and love-awkward, stubborn, and hard-won-was allowed to stay. A wedding followed, quiet but radiant, and in time, with a certain borrowed miracle from an old friend, you came into the world.He Ying.Daughter of black tides and restless winds.Sixteen years old, carrying the He surname like a calm sea that could still hide storms beneath.You had your father's dark, slightly wavy hair that fell over your shoulders in soft, unruly strands, and your other father's fair complexion that caught the light easily. But your eyes-bright, almost luminescent turquoise- felt like something entirely your own, as if the boundary between divine clarity and ghostly depths had settled there. You were emotional by nature, your heart quick to swell, quick to ache. Yet when the world demanded it, a strange stillness took over-sharp, strategic, untouchable. Divine and demonic energy coiled within you like two currents moving in opposite directions, never canceling, only strengthening the tide.