When Si Shuo heard his firm refusal, she pressed her lips together, thinking of the him from her dream—one moment cold, the next, fiery.
"Yin Jiang, it's because you can't fly, right? You're afraid of dragging us down?
So, what if there was a way for you to regrow your wings, to soar freely through the skies once more? What if you had the chance to get payback for everything that was done to you? Would you want that?
Would you still refuse me then?"
Yin Jiang let out a low laugh. "Si Shuo, you're already a stroke of luck for me. The Beast God won't let me be greedy enough to receive a second."
"Don't try to humor me. I don't dare to imagine such a thing, much less ask for it!"
Si Shuo chuckled lightly. "I'll only ask you this: if you had your wings right now, would you be willing to become my mate?"
'She never thought she'd be the one chasing after a male!'
Yin Jiang looked at her and said, word by word, "I would."
