Ye Hua slowly watched the star falling from the snowstorm, its silver radiance dazzling like a flower, descending layer by layer. He reached out his hand and gently placed the leather-tipped fingers on the tail feathers of the long arrow.
In the flowing wind, the snowflakes were like fine powder, fluttering like soft feathers. Yet another hand, wearing a frost-covered metal glove, reached out from behind and pressed against his hand.
Ye Hua's movement halted, and he turned his head.
Two beams of light pierced through the snow wind, outlining the towering construct behind him, illuminating the swirling snow mist, and shooting straight into the boundless darkness ahead. Ye Hua saw the star-covered snow face, and its steadfast gaze fell upon him, gently shaking its head.
"It's not time yet, Ye Hua."
"Star, let go."
"Ye Hua, trust me, I'm not blinded by revenge yet."
The wind howled.
