"The floating trees in the Tang Valley, the cries of ravens, the bright lights are about to rest, and the dark night is still alive." The morning light penetrated through the canopy like a gauze, casting mottled golden light marks on Feilin's face, she spoke leisurely with half-squinted eyes.
When he heard this, Yao Guang was lying lazily on the lush mulberry branches, with the rough texture of the bark rubbing his back. One leg hung down casually, swaying gently in the breeze, while the other leg was bent up, with his knees against the trunk of the tree. He was playing with the newly acquired green gem in his hand. The gem shone when the light fell through the gaps between the dense mulberry leaves.
"? Do you dislike me?" Yao Guang suddenly raised his upper body, his eyes full of disbelief.
Feilin's hand cutting the flowers suddenly paused, and he was silent for a moment before saying in a helpless tone: "No. This was reported from the royal city this morning. It is said to be a prophecy made by someone who inherited the power of death from the Twelve Laws."
"Oh." Yao Guang lay back peacefully, "Ominous crow? Me?" There was looseness and playfulness between the lines.
Feilin sat in front of her medicine cauldron, with her head slightly lowered. Her hair had been dyed silvery white, with a few crow feathers entwined in it, hanging casually behind her. There was some dew on the ends of her hair, and there were traces of herbal medicine on her cuffs. The pestle in his hand was grinding the brewed herbs carefully, and he replied casually:
"Yes, just you."
Intention: Do what you think is right in your heart