The morning sun shone down on them, making Feney's beautiful golden hair exceptionally dazzling.
Lin Mo gently held the girl in his arms, her emotions gradually calming. There were no more tearful complaints, nor was there any fiery passion.
It was just quiet companionship—a tangible warmth that was the most reassuring of all.
Not far away, Shefilya leaned against a tree, silently watching the scene unfold.
This continued until Ali got up and stumbled out of the tent, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
The chilly morning breeze brushed against her face, making her shiver. Her tail drooped, and the cold air sobered her up considerably.
The conflicted feeling from last night immediately resurfaced.
And when she took a closer look and saw the two of them nestled together, the feeling grew even more sour...
'This is bad. I've really aided the enemy.'
