Fortunately, the moth hesitated in the end, its little claws stopped on the shell without actually touching it.
Was it afraid of being burned by the fire?
No, Lin Heng could see... she was just observing if the little golden dragon outside had noticed and if it would get angry.
The little golden dragon seemed to be asleep, eyes closed.
The usual cold sharpness seemed to be resting.
The little silver dragon mustered some courage, once again cautiously placed its tender little claws on it, resting against the shell, with only a layer separating her from her beloved Elder Sister since childhood.
She showed a satisfied smile, and like all children who love to push boundaries, she leaned her entire little body against it, even if it hastened her own demise.
The two dragons seemed to meld into one.
Gold and silver, naturally opposing, an order of hierarchy, clearly distinct.
Even when close, they were separated by a layer.
Yet they remained close.
