So this is what perfection means.
Selfless, boundless, infinite.
Li Ye gazed at the Golden Crow perched serenely on the tree's crown.
A sudden wave of reluctance surged in his heart.
This little one probably cannot stay by his side for long; it belongs to a wider world, and forcing it to stay in a limited world might cause it discomfort.
"Ah."
"I really wish to shelter you all under my wings."
He sighed softly.
The distant Golden Crow seemed to sense his helplessness.
The light it cast was warmer.
Yet, it also seemed unattainably high.
He was in a dilemma, unable to let himself feel this troubled.
So he raised his palm, and the Xiangshui Tree appeared.
A black veil gate formed from the hazy moonlight appeared.
Lang Yue, wearing a black robe, slowly walked out from within.
She was carrying a basket, seemingly woven by herself.
As she saw Li Ye, she was about to speak.
