"What a good harvest…" Wang Xiao grinned, eyes shinning as he spotted the final target, Yue Qingshuang, desperately escaping into the distance.
Just as he prepared to give chase, the woman in his arms stirred. Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
"You are…?" the Night Empress whispered, surprise coloring her soft voice.
She gently freed herself from his grasp, staggered slightly in the air, then stabilized with graceful poise. Her crystal-clear eyes regarded him with a complicated, melancholic gaze.
"Did you save me?"
"You could say that…" Wang Xiao shrugged, not exactly lying, just twisting the truth.
The Night Empress nodded with genuine gratitude. After a moment, she asked softly, "Why?"
"Hm?" Wang Xiao blinked. "Why not? Were you trying to commit suicide? If so, I can throw you back. I won't stop you."
"..." The Night Empress fell silent, clearly not finding the his dark humour amusing. "Why would someone as great as you help me?"
