The dark clouds had scattered at some point.
Golden sunlight pierced through a crack in the clouds, falling upon the scarred body of the young man.
His wings had transformed back into normal human arms, bound by chains. He was leaning forward, half-kneeling beside the girl.
His head was bowed low, resting gently on the girl's shoulder like a faithful devotee.
After an unknown amount of time, the two of them finally moved.
Her eyelashes trembled softly, and Jiang Qingli slowly opened her eyes.
Her vision was blurry for a moment before meeting a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Jiang…"
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.
He only managed one word before his face turned completely red.
Que Feiling turned his face away, his well-shaped lips pressed together. It was a good while before he opened them again to finish what he started, "…Miss Jiang."
"It's been a while," Jiang Qingli said, smiling as she patted his head. "Que Feiling."
