Qiuqiu rolled over in his sleep, his fluffy tail gently brushing against Seville's wrist with a soft, warm touch.
Seville snapped back to his senses, suppressing the discomfort in his throat. He reached out and gently tucked the beast-hide blanket around the little guy.
Moonlight streamed through the cracks of the hovel, landing on Su An'an's scattered black hair like fragments of a fallen galaxy.
Seville subconsciously raised his hand,
but silently drew it back just before he could touch her.
The moonlight split his figure in two.
One half was bathed in its silver glow, so gentle it seemed almost unreal.
The other was steeped in darkness, achingly lonely.
The moment morning light pierced the clouds, a deafening roar exploded across the sky.
The void ripped open like violently torn silk, revealing a blinding slash of light.
Several pitch-black warships passed through the rift, casting enormous shadows on the dark earth below.
