Once they realized he was accepting it, they couldn't stop themselves, and for a first time, there was a strong sense that they had gone too far.
Though his sleeping face showed that he was of age, it still looked young; yet inside, he carried a calmness as if he had already seen through many things, making him feel older than they were.
"I'm glad we met Qiong Xing."
"Yeah. Me too."
Meeting one's mate was a miracle.
Then what about meeting one's destined mate?
A beastman and a human falling in love was a miracle.
Then what about a human choosing a beastman slave as their mate?
They had given up on that.
He had thought it was impossible.
He had cursed being a beastman.
He had resented humans.
He had thought of dying more times than he could count.
Deemed no longer useful, all that remained was to wait for death.
But then they met.
No, he had been able to meet him.
A miracle encountered at the very end.
