Addiction 14: Dark Revelations

Ooh, revising this took some time, but the good news: here's the chapter where we return to redeveloping the SxS relationship!

Previously: A groggy Sakura opened her eyes and sat up. "Where am I?"

Syaoran gasped. Her eyes were green instead of black.

"Syaoran? Is that you?" she asked as she squinted in the darkness at Xiaolang.

Damn it, the dark Xiaolang thought, she takes over when freshly awakened. He turned his back so Syaoran would not see what he was doing, and cast the glamour on his eyes and hair again so that he would look like Syaoran.

"There, there. Are you all right?"

"Oh." Sakura looked up at who she believed was Syaoran. "I had the most awful dream and my body hurts." She winced and hugged herself. "Why am I naked?"

Xiaolang took her into his arms. "It's all right. Let the other wake within you, my darling Ying Fa."

Despite the muzziness she felt, Sakura asked, "Syaoran? Why are you calling me that?"

Syaoran blinked. Did she just call Xiaolang by my name?

"Are you scared, my sweet Ying Fa?" Xiaolang called the other Sakura's name to wake her.

"Why are you calling me that? Syaoran, you're scaring me… And why do I have a shield up?" Sakura asked. She dropped the magic, and Syaoran felt it. "That was tiring."

That was definitely my name! Syaoran screamed, "That's not me, Sakura! I'm here! That's Xiaolang!"

Chapter 14: Dark Revelations

Demon spawn! Xiaolang cursed; he didn't need to turn to know that Syaoran was coming. He cast his own shield to stop Syaoran and shook Sakura. "Wake up, Ying Fa! You must wake up!"

To his relief, Sakura's hurt green eyes soon melted into blackness, the pupils expanding to fill the entire eye.

"I am here, my love," she said in the low, rough tones of Ying Fa, and Xiaolang rejoiced.

"Come away with me," Xiaolang said quickly as Syaoran attacked his shield. He stood up and pulled on his robe. "Get dressed, my Ying Fa."

"Is that piece of donkey dung still here?" Ying Fa asked. "Ah, I see him." She recast her shield.

Syaoran broke through Xiaolang's shield only to run afoul of Sakura's shield. What had happened? He hesitated, staring at the couple on the bed.

"I wish I could go to Kuroyama with you but… curse it, Xiaolang, I have to return to Shiroihana, no thanks to this stupid binding spell of Clow. And me with several more cards to capture and seal. Will you visit me regularly, darling?" the dark Sakura said as she walked towards Xiaolang. "Will you fuck me, fill me with your seed?" She licked his lips and stroked his organ, smirking at Syaoran.

"Of course, my beloved Ying Fa." Xiaolang kissed her, tongue plainly visible to Syaoran, and he left through the window, but not before casting Syaoran a gloating, triumphant look. "I promise to always visit you near Shiroihana."

"Keep that promise, lover."

Sakura—no, Ying Fa—pulled her robe on and dropped her shield as she asked, "And how long were you watching? Learn anything?"

"Who… are you?" Syaoran whispered. It was Sakura's presence, Sakura's body, but the voice and the eyes were not her; the eyes were dark and soulless, the low voice had none of Sakura's sweet lilt.

"I am… I was your Sakura, the better part of her," the one inside Sakura's body laughed. "Can't take my true spirit? My true name is Ying Fa. Surely you heard my love screaming it in ecstasy a while ago… as we fucked."

"You are not Sakura. Did you kill her? Let her go!" Syaoran placed his sword at her throat.

Ying Fa laughed. "Go ahead," she invited. "Slice me."

Syaoran saw Sakura's eyes go blank, then…

"Syaoran! Kami-sama, please Syaoran, help me!" The shattered presence of the Sakura he loved was suddenly there, and Syaoran dropped his sword. Her eyes were green again. "There's someone else in here! … Please believe me, there's someone else in my body, in my head…"

"Sakura?" He made his way towards her; Sakura flinched in fear, but he placed his arms around her then pleaded, "Forgive me! All I said, all I did… I was tricked into it, believe me… I thought I was doing what was right for you, Sakura, I love you, I would never have done it if I knew…"

"I know," she whispered as she let herself be embraced.

Syaoran stared at her. She had a sad smile on. "How…"

"I saw through the other Xiaolang's eyes. He's trapped inside Xiaolang as well. And Xiaolang… he used your form to seduce me." More tears came to her eyes. "I thought you… had come back to me."

Could he hate Xiaolang any more than he already did? Syaoran tensed momentarily, tempted to leave Sakura and chase down Xiaolang. The way Syaoran was feeling, Xiaolang would not stand a chance… and he used Sakura's shield because he knew it, Syaoran realized. Curse him to the seven levels of hell! He knew I wouldn't leave her alone if I found out what happened to her!

Swallowing his pain, Syaoran knelt in front of Sakura and grasped her hands. "This is my fault, Sakura, and I beg you to forgive me. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you that I love you. Gods, forgive me for not telling you the truth, but I love you more than my own life, Sakura, and I will do anything for you to forgive me. I only said all those things because I thought it would help you. Gods, please believe me!"

"Then help me!" Sakura pleaded. Syaoran had never seen such terror and desperation in her eyes; he was used to her bravery and resourcefulness. "I don't know what's happened to me! I don't know how I can get out of here! I don't know who she is but she's part of me and I'm so scared, oh Syaoran… she's in my head and she's… I think she's me…" She began to sob brokenly.

He'd never seen her so afraid, so helpless before, and Syaoran swore mentally; this was what he had done to her! "I'll do anything to save you. Hold on, I'll find a way, I swear, I… Don't cry. Please, Sakura, don't cry…"

"Oh Gods. Oh Gods," Sakura wept. "I can't stop crying… Syaoran, I… You must be careful, you cannot get killed, Syaoran, I love you, I don't know how to get out I…"

Syaoran gripped her shoulders tightly. "Despite all I did? You… love me?"

"I always have," she said quietly.

Syaoran picked her up. "Don't cry. We'll find a way." He kissed her forehead. "I love you so much, Sakura, and I swear I will free you no matter what it takes."

"Syaoran, I…"

"Don't tire yourself. We're going home, and we'll find a way to help you, I promise…"

Her gaze slid out of focus and then the black eyes returned. Syaoran let her go when the eyes turned seductive and she pressed herself against him; he backed away.

High-pitched, cruel laughter pierced the air. "Sakura is my hostage, can't you see, Syaoran darling?" Ying Fa said. "Would you like to taste her? Finish what you started back then?" She opened her robes and placed Syaoran's hand on her breast.

He pulled his hand back, revolted. "You…" he said. "Sakura says you're part of her…"

"That's right. Kill me, and you kill her. But you will watch as I consume your Sakura utterly," she sneered. "I am her, the dark half of Sakura, her darkest desires, her deepest resentments, her anger, her hate. And I will not be denied anymore. I will make sure your sweet Sakura disappears."

Syaoran was silent, watching her in dismay and seeing the truth in her words. He remembered an old sensei telling his class of the limits of the human psyche, and how a soul could be cleaved into two under terrible stress.

Sakura was now two people, and he understood what the Light card had meant: she was now Sakura, the sweet, beautiful girl he loved, and the angry Ying Fa, who hated him for what he'd done.

"Don't worry. I'll let your Sakura out every now and then so that I can punish you!" she screamed. Hate and fury poisoned her voice. "Watch her weaken and die in me!"

"Please… Don't. Listen to me. Listen to her," Syaoran pleaded, but he was met with a blow that sent him reeling because he was unprepared; he hadn't expected her to lash out at him physically.

"I hate you! You did this to us! You made us what we are! First I'll get rid of her. She is my weak side, after all. Her gentleness, her passivity, her insistence on understanding people… it makes me sick."

"Those are not weaknesses!" Syaoran roared. "She changes people with her kindness! She…"

He dodged backward as Ying Fa chopped at him with the Staff. Her aim, unlike Sakura's, was good; he felt the Staff whisper barely half an inch from his head.

"Die! All this was because of you!" She swung again, and Syaoran dodged again. The stream of curses and profanity erupting from her almost paralyzed him, but he stayed out of range as she lashed out again and again.

But she tired soon, and slid to the floor, angrily wiping her tears away, still muttering curses and promising death and destruction to Syaoran.

"Why is there so much hate in you?" Syaoran asked, coming closer to touch her. She shook him off.

"I'm tired of swallowing insults because Sakura can't find it in her to get angry! I'm tired of putting up with sneering fools and bullies. Do you know, when we were starving on the way to Shiroihana, she was mauled by a group of thieving women? And she didn't fight back! She would have died had it not been for Clow Reed, that manipulating conniving bastard so like his son!" Ying Fa screamed. "Righteousness and justice have a place in this world, and if she won't fight, then I will!"

"But…" Syaoran blinked. "Sakura… you…"

"Don't call me that! That's the weak one's name! I hate her, and I hate her name and everything about her!"

"Sakura believed that there was always another way," Syaoran reasoned. "She… No, you both… If you carry only hate in your heart it eats away at you. You taught me that. You taught me to try and trust others… Your way changed me," he said.

He was caught off guard when Ying Fa kicked out viciously at him, and he went sprawling as a result.

"I changed you?" she sneered. "As if I could! Nothing stopped you from believing the false Eriol and hurting me… hurting us… with your pretended concern and love. You are a liar," she hissed as she stood over Syaoran and kicked his ribs; Syaoran managed to roll with the blow but it still hurt. "Liars are scum. Like you. You brought me into your bed only to reject me the very next day! All you want from us is the power we represent, right? Admit it!"

Angry tears were pouring down her face as she slid to the floor; her black eyes were occasionally fading into green and Syaoran realized that Ying Fa was beginning to incorporate with Sakura herself. She lapsed from referring to herself as "I" to "We" and she was confused as to the boundaries between herself and… No, she had told the truth. She was Sakura, after all, an angry, violent, frustrated, hateful Sakura.

"You find me disgusting, don't you?" she said, her eyes flashing from green to black as she watched Syaoran. "You see me as being weak! You're watching me with pitying eyes. But I won't always be this weak, you'll see!"

Syaoran sat up. "I don't find you disgusting, Sakura." He moved closer and touched her hand. "I love you, and I will not leave you again."

"Don't touch me," she hissed. "Don't call me Sakura!"

Undeterred, Syaoran reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I love you," he repeated as he kissed her hair. "I know I can't take back what I did but I will not rest until you accept me and let me make up for everything I did."

"Syaoran…" Hands touched his cheeks, and he opened his eyes to see Sakura's green eyes looking into his. "Please don't leave me…"

"Never again," he promised. "Sakura, I…"

Again he was sent sprawling as she lashed out. "Get your hands off me! I'll kill you! Don't you dare try your honeyed lies on me!" she screamed.

Syaoran backed off warily, but said, "No. I won't leave you, Sakura, Ying Fa—it doesn't matter who you are. We'll get through this together."

"Go fuck a donkey!" she yelled. Clutching the Staff, she added, in a hoarse whisper, "Stop saying you love me. You love Sakura, not me! You could never love us both!"

Her anger, her hatred of him… such violent emotions could only be stirred by someone who meant something to her, somehow.

That's what the Light card meant! He realized quickly. This is Sakura, the side of her that she has held back, and which has festered as a result. And I must save all of her.

Syaoran pulled himself to his feet. "Sakura…"

Her eyes flashed from black to green and back as she lashed out and slapped him. "Don't call me that!"

The blow was surprisingly strong and Syaoran could feel where his lip had split open. He used his thumb to wipe off the blood and continued talking. "Ying Fa, then. If you know that Xiaolang fooled me in Eriol's guise, then why are you angry?" he asked gently, without accusation. He knew what he had to do now. "He fooled me and he fooled you. Why punish only me?"

"Because I hate you," she hissed. "You were supposed to be the one who loved me. You even asked me if we would marry you and then you went and listened to the false Eriol and you walked away… walked away… as we cried. If you had just turned… if you had just come back and told me all these things then, maybe this wouldn't have happened!" Her sentence ended in a shrill shriek, and her eyes went completely black again.

"I'll kill weak little Sakura at my leisure and then I will be her. Maybe I'll let you say goodbye," the Ying Fa, her eyes completely black, sneered. "But no… You are responsible for this, so you can go to hell first." She summoned the Staff and pointed it at Syaoran. "Firey!"

Firey sputtered into life, but then it collapsed and turned back into a pale card.

Ying Fa stared at it. "No… What happened?"

Suddenly Syaoran understood what he'd felt earlier. "Someone drained your Cards… and that someone was your Xiaolang. Is that how he shows he loves you? By draining your Cards? Do you realize what this means?"

She screamed, "You lie!"

"Ask him how he subdued the Cards earlier then!" Syaoran screamed back. He wanted her to see the truth of what Xiaolang had done, to see his part in her own downfall.

She was about to say something when she realized that Syaoran was right.

"You'll have to feed the Cards your own energy or they will fade away completely," Syaoran continued. "You won't be able to use any of them until they are solid again. But you can't…"

"Fine! I'll do it!" she screamed. "And when it's done I will make you suffer!" She pointed her staff at Firey and said, "Take of my energy so that I can destroy this bastard!"

"Don't!" Syaoran yelled, but it was too late; as her body was already drained from fighting The Shot and Xiaolang earlier and from the Cards attacking Xiaolang, the energy siphoned off from her to restore Firey was too much. Ying Fa collapsed.

Syaoran picked her up, smoothing her hair off her face and tying her robes shut. Asleep, she was the Sakura who had once laid in his arms like a trusting kitten, the one he loved.

No. Ying Fa and Sakura are one. I played a role in this… and so I will do what it takes to save them both … whatever it takes… because it's the only way to bring Sakura back.

Syaoran trudged out the room, past the terrified innkeeper and the other guests—pausing only to drop some gold as payment for the damages—and into the snow. He spread a quilt which he'd taken from the room and prepared for the long, sad ride back to Shiroihana with the girl he loved in his arms.

At the academy, he ran into Meilin and Yue as he entered the front gate and headed for a small room off the entryway, where he laid Sakura on a cot so that Yue could have a look at her.

When he touched her though, Yue recoiled from Sakura.

"She's been taken," he gasped. "She has the Shot in her body. And… what's that taint on her?"

"What taint?" Syaoran had not noticed anything.

Suddenly Yue reared back and screamed, a loud sound of mourning. Syaoran and Meilin both backed away.

"Abomination! He who cast that spell," and Yue glared in the direction of Kuroyama, "used the life force of the Sun guardian to sustain it!"

"Cerberus?" Syaoran felt his skin run cold.

"He killed… my brother," Yue snarled. He flew up, only to be stopped by the barrier that held him to Shiroihana. "I will make you pay for killing Cerberus, you bastard!" He screamed over and over, pounding his fists uselessly on the barrier as he slid back to the ground.

Meilin walked up to him and bravely put a hand on his shoulder; Yue looked up at her with wild eyes.

"You can't accomplish anything by crying," she said sadly. "Help us. Tell us what you know."

"You realize that this is the girl you hate," Yue said. "Why do you want to help now?"

"No," Meilin said sadly. "I am free now. It…" She took a deep breath, then, "Something has released me, and I know now what I've been doing all this time." She turned to Syaoran. "I was used to manipulate you. I won't ask your forgiveness, because there is none for me. But maybe I can help you."

Syaoran suddenly felt very weary. "It doesn't matter, Meilin. I think I know what happened anyway."

She suddenly grasped his sword, unsheathing it and putting it in his hand. "You have the right to kill me. I started this, after all." Meilin bowed her head.

A soft clink! told her the sword had been placed back in this shield. "Enough of that," Syaoran said tiredly. "No more. I want to end the circle of hate and violence. I can't make you pay for what you did not do of your own free will. Instead, help me. We need to learn more about The Shot, about how to get Eriol back from Kuroyama, and…" his voice trailed off, "where to start."

A look passed between the cousins, and Meilin slowly nodded. "I shall." She turned to Yue. "Please tell us what you know of The Shot. All I know is, the thing pollutes your mind, makes you think irrationally, magnifies obsession. I know what I did, and I know little else."

Yue looked at her shrewdly. "Do you remember what you did with it?"

Not looking at Syaoran, Meilin nodded. "I forced Xiaolang to take it so he could claim Sakura for himself. I'm not excusing myself but it felt like I was not in control, like my love… no, my obsession for Syaoran made me do it. I stole Syaoran's sealing ofuda and trapped Xiaolang as I transferred ownership of The Shot to him."

"You forced him to take it," Syaoran said quietly.

"Yes." Meilin was no longer in the mood to lie or make excuses for herself. "I used the gifting ritual to force him to take it, and as soon as the scroll left my possession, I felt the change in me, and the change in him."

"The change should have been complete, immediately," Yue mused. "Your great-uncle, Syaoran, once he had the scroll, he became someone else entirely, the darkest part of who he was because he wanted to ensnare Xia Ming of the Ching clan, who was engaged to Kato Kunimitsu."

"So what took Xiaolang so long to move?" Meilin wondered.

Syaoran frowned. "Xiaolang is known for his discipline. Perhaps he fought off the effects of the scroll?"

"That it took him months to succumb and to act on his baser instincts proves he did fight," Yue pointed out. "There is no precedent for a weak-willed user not giving in to his dark side."

"The users have all been male, then," Meilin mused. "But it left my hands first…"

"And you are a virgin," Yue pointed out. "Then Xiaolang fought against its influence… the chain has been tainted, and the circumstances are entirely different."

"Is there, then, a way to save Sakura?" Syaoran's eyes were almost wild in his grief. "If things have been changed, then…"

"I don't know. No woman has ever survived it, save for one," Yue said.

"How was it done?" Meilin asked.

"The man who used The Shot on her died in battle."

"So I must kill Xiaolang to free Sakura?" Syaoran's jaw was grimly set.

"She survived the man who used the scroll on her, that woman in the Tang dynasty," Yue said, "by only a week. Without him, she killed herself."

"No!" Syaoran smacked the wall with his fist. "I will not accept this! I will find a way to save her. Surely there is one!"

"I will not give you false hope," Yue pointed out gently. "But we need to retrieve Eriol, the original scroll, and find out how the spell was cast. For that we need Xiaolang alive."

Syaoran gritted his teeth. "Fine. So what do you know?"

Yue took a deep breath, then said, "The Shot requires the sacrifice of an innocent being with great power. The potion contains a drop of that being's life essence. It's been fed to Sakura, and so I can detect the taint on her. That being… was my brother Cerberus. The Sun Guardian."

Syaoran and Meilin stood together, horrified. Syaoran realized that this knowledge could anguish the trapped Sakura even more, and he said nothing.

"Let's bring her to her room," Meilin said quietly. "Come on, Syaoran."

As they walked to the elite students' quarters, Syaoran carrying Sakura, a royal carriage which had been blocked by the inclement weather finally pulled up in front of Shiroihana. The Princess Tomoyo alighted from it, wrapped in furs to keep warm.

"This weather… is not a good sign," she breathed softly as she strode into the halls of her school.

She was surprised when no one came to meet her, and immediately realized it was a bad sign.

"Please, bring my bags in," she asked her servants, who bowed. "I shall go ahead, inside."

The storm isn't the only thing that's out of control, she thought as she broke into a run. She was almost afraid of what she would find, but her instincts guided her to the elite students' quarters.

When she saw the doors of their quarters hanging open, she knew the worst had come to pass: their sanctuary had been somehow violated. The only light came from Sakura's quarters, and she rushed in.

Syaoran, Meilin, and Yue looked up; they were bathing Sakura's bruises and wounds, with Yue healing what he could.

"No… What happened?" Tomoyo breathed.

Syaoran stood up. "I take full responsibility," he said, and told Tomoyo the story. He spared no detail, not even his own stupidity, and when he finished telling the story, Tomoyo was shaking.

He bowed his head. "Will you hit me now?"

"And why?" Tomoyo grabbed for the ink, paper, and pen on Sakura's table. "We have work to do. Do not dishonor Sakura by falling apart now, Li," she said harshly. "You helped create this mess and you will hold together until you've made up for it."

It felt as if he'd been slapped, and Syaoran acknowledged that she was right. "I shall write to my mother. She's a sorceress and she may be able to help us. If I use magic I may be able to speed the letter to her."

"You forget someone is closer," Tomoyo smiled grimly. "You say Hiiragizawa was taken to Kuroyama, right? And so we will write asking for his return. The laws of hospitality cannot be violated, or supernatural retribution falls on Lord Fei Wang Reed's head. He will have to return Eriol."

Grateful for her level-headed intellect, Syaoran bowed to Tomoyo. "Thank you."

"No. Say it when this is over. Now go over what Yue-san told you again, so that we can figure something out." Tomoyo stood up, the letter clutched in her hands.

"I'll get it sent," Meilin took the letter and ran for the dispatch center.

Syaoran sat by Sakura's side again, holding her hand. Tomoyo said nothing, but continued swabbing herbal medicine on Sakura's many bruises; she frowned as she found the ones on her neck.

"He didn't have to take her so violently," Tomoyo said softly.

"He was subduing her," Syaoran said, his eyes dead. "She fought so hard against him, her soul's been split into two halves."

"Was magic involved then?" Tomoyo leaned forward, her mind racing again.

"Yes."

"Unhh," Sakura suddenly stirred.

Tomoyo sat beside her and placed a hand on her forehead.

"You say when she wakes up, she is herself, right?"

Syaoran nodded. "Do you think your presence, your ability to damp magic, might help?"

"We can try." Tomoyo then started. "Don't you think it's convenient that all this happened while I was not around?"

Quickly understanding her line of thinking, Syaoran shook his head thoughtfully. "I don't know whether to call it coincidence or what, but yes, if you'd been here, you would have detected the false Eriol and stopped him.

"Tomoyo-chan?"

"Sakura-chan?"

Sakura struggled to sit up, but Syaoran gently held her back. "No. You must rest."

She blinked. "My mind…" She shook her head slowly. "It's… quiet…"

Syaoran looked at Tomoyo, and nodded.

"We have to talk, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo said.

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Eriol tossed in his sleep. He knew he was asleep, and that he should be waking soon, but his eyelids were utterly heavy. He could not throw off the strange sleep… and he was tired… so tired…

"Wake up!" Someone was shaking him urgently.

"Can't…"

"You must open your eyes!" A man who resembled him, if with light brown hair and brown eyes behind glasses, was suddenly inside his mind. "Your powers are strong, which is why you have been trapped here. You must get out of here!"

A soothing feeling came over Eriol then. Two sets of hands were laid on his head.

"Pour a little more energy into him if you can, please, my son," a soft voice, the same one he'd heard in his head, said. Both sets of hands became warmer.

Then Eriol's head snapped up so violently, it hurt. "Ah!"

The muzzy feeling in his head suddenly became clearer. All the things he'd seen and felt the past few days meant that he had failed.

"Sakura!" He sat up then instantly regretted it. "She… she's in… danger…" he choked out.

A hand wiped the sweat from his brow.

"We know. Now take this water. In a while the magic will seep from your system. But we can't break out by ourselves," the gentle, familiar voice continued. "We need your help."

"Who…" Eriol gasped. His throat was dry, and his first thought was of the woman he loved.

"I… am Fujitaka Kinomoto, and like you, I am an unwilling guest here. But save your strength for now. Later we can talk. Later, we can get out of here."

"Please don't let me be too late," Eriol moaned. "Please."

End of Chapter

(Preview of Chapter 15 below)

Notes: History shows that when psychological trauma breaks the psyche, it sometimes shatters and reassembles into coherent personalities, so we can assume this happened to Sakura here.

Now you know why Tomoyo was out during the crucial point of the story, and why I established her immunity to (and ability to damp) magic early on. I've always believed that the reason why Tomoyo in the original series can accompany Sakura and not suffer real danger is because, being of the same bloodline as Sakura, she may have latent magical potential herself.

Syaoran has changed so much over the story's arc, which is finally drawing to a close. Now it's Sakura's turn.

I know reviews are hard to come by these days, but I really would appreciate them. Ideas, suggestions, etc. are very much appreciated; in fact I use friendly readers' suggestions. I like the idea of writing communities.

A preview of the next chapter:

"What, don't you want me?" Her voice was half desperate and half angry.

"I do," Syaoran said. "But not this way. Not because you need someone to stand in for him. Not because you want to teach me a lesson. Because you love me." And he kissed her forehead again.

To her shock, Ying Fa began to cry, pounding her fists on his chest in frustration. The blankets slid off her as she began to attack Syaoran, who did not fight back. Instead, he held her until she stopped crying.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered hoarsely. "You know I'm...sexually addicted to him!"

His response was to simply hold her closer and to kiss her forehead tenderly.

Ying Fa lay in Syaoran's embrace. It was strange; he was fully clothed, she was naked. She could feel his warmth as he held her close. He didn't say a word, but he held her the way Xiaolang never had—tenderly and protectively, with no demands for physical satisfaction. And she could feel peace stealing through her body, calming the raging need to have sex with Xiaolang.

She could feel that Syaoran truly loved her… all of her.