An ancient book says: The Featherfolk move according to their instincts to protect themselves. They change when in danger, grow ravenous when hungry, cherish those they love, and forget them otherwise.
The person I want to protect is not yours to touch, nor yours to hurt.
Out of habit, I raised my finger to the space between my brows, intending to smooth Shangguan Li's brow as I had Mu Yao's. Shangguan Li was so startled that she didn't dare move. In an instant, her brow smoothed out.
What was she doing? What was happening to me? I couldn't move at all. Shangguan Li's eyes widened slightly. Somehow, I didn't seem to mind her touching me. I felt Mu Yao's cool fingertips gently pressing between my brows. Once, twice, three times.
"A Yao's method really works. Your brow isn't furrowed anymore, right?" Mu Lian leaned in even closer, though they had already been quite near.
She watched the space between my brows with serious, careful attention. Uncomfortable, I turned my head away, but for some inexplicable reason, I even nodded in response to her. What was wrong with me?
What was wrong with Shangguan Li? She'd never blushed at the ears when I smoothed Mu Yao's brow. How strange. It seems this brow-smoothing method depends on the person. Shangguan Li didn't say anything, but it probably didn't work all that well. Never mind, I won't use it next time.
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