Chang'an will always remember the way that man raised his head in the sun. The light leaking between the branches and leaves was extremely gentle, but also dazzling and sharp, like a blade, winding on his eyebrows.
It was obviously a scorching sun, but Chang An broke into a cold sweat.
The man reached out to her.
The knuckles are distinct and the roots are like jade.
It was a pair of hands that held a sword and chopped off countless heads.
They are also a pair of hands that can weave the most ingenious cages.
Chang'an knew that this man liked to be a hunter and watch his prey struggle to death in a cage.
What a pity.
She, Chang'an, has never been a prey of compromise.
Even if she takes off her wings, flattens her claws, and breaks her teeth, she will still escape.
This is the story of a hunter who is best at catching prey, and a prey who is best at escaping.
High-energy throughout, with twists and turns.