Spring Rain, Winter Lights

Cheng Ran woke with moonlight in his eyes and grit on his tongue, then went to work like nothing had happened. By day, he was a trainee who memorized lines, learned dance steps, and smiled for cameras that never stayed kind for long. By night, he crossed into a dream realm where broken halls and clear water sharpened his senses and pushed his power training forward while the rest of the world slept. The trouble was simple and cruel. He kept seeing losses before they happened, and every warning came out wrong. At thirteen, he was too young to make anyone listen. At eighteen, he had just enough proof to be dangerous. At twenty-three, he had the worst kind of certainty, because he knew who woul...