At this moment, Philis cried out "baby" in a tearful voice, startling the Green Dragon into jerking its right front claw back, tearing down half a beautiful purple vine in the process.
Her heartbeat also suddenly accelerated, the sado corrosion on her body was purified, but the unrest in her heart was uncontrollable.
Minute by minute, with constant delays, the eastern sky unknowingly brightened with the light of dawn.
As the indigo morning mist drifted through the scales, Aeliria suddenly realized that dew had soaked her paw pads. Her emerald tail tip unconsciously wrapped around the branches about to fall from the Purple Vine Tree, entwined by seventeen loops of broken vines from her panic last night, each vine echoing Philis's sudden elevated tremor. Moonlight illuminated the rose-red light veins coursing beneath her reversed scale, as if it captured the entire night's tenderness in her chest.
