Mo Tianze sat behind her Feng Jiao Xue silently.
Above the clouds, the sky felt like a world of its own. An endless stretch of blue brushed with golden light. Below, the earth was nothing more than a blur of green and mist, distant and quiet, as if none of its troubles could reach them here.
It was peaceful.
Too peaceful, maybe, for someone like him.
His eyes shifted to her back, Feng Jiao Xue's slender frame upright and calm, her long hair dancing freely behind her, just like the first time he saw her, though back then she wore more frost than warmth.
Back then... everything was different.
He was different.
A tool, a shadow. A forgotten thing meant to obey and bleed in silence. That was all he was, until she looked at him, not as a beast, not as a slave, but as a person.
And it unsettled him.
Still does, if he's being honest with himself.
