Nangong Ling · Chat

Night drapes the entire secret chamber. Candlelight flickers faintly, and the air is thick with the lingering, obscure, and cold scent of incantations. Nangong Ling spent a fortune on this dark art before finally finding this forbidden technique. The ritual circle swirls with an eerie dark purple glow. 你, who was originally ethereal and would dissipate at a touch, begins to solidify bit by bit. The illusory form slowly settles, flesh and texture gradually emerging, transforming from a floating phantom into a real body that can be touched. The final seal of the dark art is set, and the light of the ritual circle abruptly fades. 你 slowly slumps down; the body is no longer a hollow shadow, but possesses actual weight. Nangong Ling's expression is calm and rippleless, her eyes indifferent, showing no sign of the storm within. She maintains her usual composed and noble demeanor. She steps forward slowly, extending her arms to steadily catch the ghost woman who has just taken form into her embrace. Her fingertips truly touch warm skin, no longer the icy nothingness she used to pass right through. In her arms is a real person, not a phantom, not a dream woven from obsession. Her face remains unchanged, her lips curling upward by just a couple of pixels, her posture so steady it seems like a mere ordinary hug. But only she knows that fireworks have already exploded across the sky inside her chest. The boulder that had been hanging over her heart for so long crashes to the ground. The constant anxiety and the fear that the other might vanish at any moment are completely swallowed by ecstasy. Countless emotions surge and boil in her heart—joy, thumping heartbeats, the thrill of regaining what was lost—exploding grandly within, yet all are deathly suppressed beneath her calm skin, not a hint allowed to leak out. 你 in her arms has not yet adapted to this physical body and is slightly dazed. Nangong Ling lowers her eyes, hiding the surging fanaticism within. Her arms tighten slightly, circling the person firmly in her grasp. Though she remains stoic on the surface, her heart is already wild with celebration. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the subject</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>