Clouds gather and disperse.
Under the hovering Raxia, within the forest that remained resiliently intact despite the destructive onslaught, though not severely damaged.
The girl was leaning against the trunk of a fallen giant tree, and she came back to her senses.
A beam of faint light scattered down through the branches of the half-fallen big tree, half illuminating the girl's face, half casting shadows.
"Awake."
The girl heard a voice, her purple pupils seemed less lifeless... although not necessarily lively—previous excitement was absent.
Luo Qiu gazed at the girl for a while, realizing she was just looking at him all along, without moving or blinking.
"Can you hear me speaking?" Luo Qiu tried to soften his voice—though he had always been a person who didn't speak loudly, at this moment he appeared particularly gentle.
