Whiteswan?

"Is it?" Su Yubing withdrew, though her eyes remained smoldering. "Or is it merely inconvenient? To realize that whatever walls you've built, I've already scaled them?" She stepped back, allowing Mo Yuxin to escape the cage of her arms. "You can't outrun the truth forever. Your body knows me. Your soul knows me. And one day…" She tucked the petal into Mo Yuxin's sash, her fingers lingering. "...your heart will, too."

Mo Yuxin turned to face the window, gripping the sill until her knuckles whitened. The cool air did nothing to soothe the fire in her veins. Behind her, Su Yubing settled back onto the couch with a sigh, the Hongmen order's glow reflecting in her satisfied smile.

"The trial is reaching its verdict, by the way," she said casually, as if the last few minutes hadn't occurred. "Jiang Sang's servants have confessed to stealing the spirit stones. How… predictable."