Chen Ying smiled, her tears quietly streaking down her face.0

Then the wind stopped, and her tears dried. Shadows cast by the canopies stilled, as well as the light scattered through the stencils of leaves and branches.0

A tall, slim man walked into the forest. His eyes were deep against the paleness of his face, his hair tied into a short ponytail. Holding a white camellia, he trod upon the fallen leaves.0

Chen Ying knew that Gao Yang had woken up, so she wasn’t surprised to see him. Her first thought when she saw him was that he had lost even more weight—not physical weight, but mental one. He seemed less substantial.0

“Captain.”...0