Iron wings unfurled from behind Su Ming'an, shimmering amidst the blue-purple halos of towering skyscrapers. The pair, akin to elk escaping the vines, felt a sense of liberating freedom as they flew.
Amidst their flight, their senses were infinitely amplified. Su Ming'an could clearly hear his own heartbeat, each beat softly tapping against his chest cavity.
"What did you say..." Su Ming'an spoke softly.
He hadn't failed to hear Zhai XIng's words; she had been repeating them close to his ear, as if reciting a magical spell.
He just wanted to confirm it once more.
Zhai XIng clung tighter to his neck and shoulders. Her voice wasn't loud, somewhat muffled by the storm, yet Su Ming'an distinctly heard her.
"I said..." She spoke earnestly, as though declaring an irreplaceable promise:
"I am willing to accompany you to the High Tower, to trust you, to entrust my life to you."
