Mark followed the Jade Rabbit silently through the winding halls of Chang'e's abode, the beauty of the structure still striking him as they moved deeper into its serene atmosphere.
As they entered a room that felt even more ethereal than the others, Mark's gaze immediately fell upon Chang'e.
She was sitting on a velvet cushion, her fingers gently caressing the string of the bow laid across her lap.
The bow gleamed in the soft light, elegant and powerful, yet Mark couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment. She was so absorbed in thought, her expression soft and distant, that she didn't notice them approaching.
Mark stood there for a moment, watching her, unsure of whether to interrupt.
She looked… different from the last time. More beautiful than ever, but there was something heavy in her gaze that rattled his emotions.
