He gazed at the drifting wreckage of the enemy ships in the distance, listening to the wail of waves washing against the reefs; the taut expression on his face finally eased. Turning his head toward Bai Zhi at his side, he saw her silver ornaments dulled by dust, her Miaojiang-colored skirt torn by Sword Qi, yet she still gripped her jade flute tightly, her eyes filled with resolve and concern.
"It's so good to have you here," Shi Feiyang's lips curved into a gentle smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around Bai Zhi's slender waist.
At that touch, he felt her waist slim and delicate, almost too narrow to grasp, yet carrying the supple strength unique to one who practiced Martial Arts.
Bai Zhi's cheeks flushed faintly, like peach blossoms just budding in the third month, as she chided softly, "You always take such risks, never knowing how to cherish yourself."
