In the light, her lips move persistently, yet in vain, over and over again... repeating the fragments of fleeting memories that she's desperate to hold onto.

Her fingers begin to turn white and tremble slightly as she grips the diary tightly. It's as if she's engaging in a desperate struggle against an invisible foe known as "the Forgotten."

Only the still-damp tear stains on the paper silently tell the story of a young girl, who in the darkest of nights used all her strength... to pretend the world is still as it always was.

To pretend she's still the same Ye Shunguang, whole, unscarred, unaffected by the Qingming Sword.