The wind of late spring carries the sweet fragrance of roses, blowing through the carved window lattice of Qihuang Pavilion, casting fine light and shadow on the smooth white jade floor tiles. Huo Hao was sitting on the soft couch by the window, holding a wolf hair between his fingertips, and was carefully annotating the new star core civilian conversion drawings presented by the Ministry of Industry. Under the outline of the warm afternoon sun, the lines of his side face became much softer, and the coldness and alienation when they first met in the abandoned city of Ember Sun were gone. The corners of his brows and eyes were actually tainted with a bit of warm smoke and smoke.
