A few more days passed, and Minos's injuries healed.
His three broken wings grew back, whiter and more beautiful than ever. The new feathers felt even finer and softer to the touch than those of his old wings.
Sang Luo loved stroking Minos's wings even more now. She'd often tease him until he was red-faced and flustered. But eventually, he grew bolder and would deliberately extend his wings before her while feigning composure. It was no different from someone dangling a toy in front of a cat.
Sang Luo, for her part, let her true nature show and grew lazier by the day.
Her days consisted of nothing but eating and sleeping, focused on nurturing her pregnancy.
Her once-oval face was starting to look round, and she had gained over ten pounds.
