The morning light was like crushed gold foil, leaking through the gaps between the ruins of the skyscraper and falling on Su Li's slightly trembling eyelashes. Fang Ci sat next to her, and the scorching warmth from when the Tiangong Cauldron shattered still remained on his fingertips. It had once been his reliance on reshaping his body and reversing his destiny, but now there were only a few faint scars left on his palms, like marks that nothing had happened.
