Compared to the scorching heat of the out-of-control Fire-Element male, the girl's hand was cool, with a touch like jade.
The moment she touched him, Que Feiling shuddered violently, his pupils contracting into even sharper slits.
Jiang Qingli was a little confused. She leaned closer to look into his eyes. "Strange... Haven't you calmed down yet?"
The tempest stirred up by the out-of-control Vermilion Bird had not yet subsided, and it lifted the soft strands of the girl's hair.
Her unique scent, carried on wisps of her hair, brushed across the boy's cheek. In the dim, chaotic room, it was like a ray of sunlight chancing upon a rose in apocalyptic ruins, a gift of new life to a desperate soul in a faded world.
With his face cupped in her hands, Que Feiling looked up at the girl standing before him, who had just stepped through bloodstains.
His unfocused eyes were fixed on her clean, beautiful face.
