"Burning Sun." Du Yu gazed from afar at the little figure covering her face and sobbing, softly calling out, "Burning Sun?"
"Mm." Little Fen Yang turned around, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Come." Du Yu extended his hand.
Little Fen Yang flew towards Du Yu like a swallow returning to its nest.
This time, she didn't just have the Demon Soul; she had a physical body and could truly feel the sensation of being embraced.
At least, she could experience the feeling of being cradled in Du Yu's palm.
The little Golden Crow that had been standing in Master Qing's hand flapped its small wings and settled into Du Yu's palm.
"Alright, alright, no more crying." Du Yu gently comforted her, setting down the Fire Age Axe.
He held the palm-sized Golden Crow in one hand, using the other to smooth her pitch-black feathers.
"Mm~" The little Golden Crow instinctively rubbed her small head against the center of Du Yu's palm.
It had been so long,
since she last felt the touch of affection.
