Before long,
Jiang Menghan leaned over slightly and carefully pulled up the corner of the blanket that had slipped down, moving so gently as if afraid of disturbing his dreams.
As she did so, a softness she had never even noticed within herself surged up, overwhelming all her restraint and composure.
She lowered her head and placed an incredibly light, fleeting kiss on his forehead.
"Fool."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carried away by Lorenz Riel's cool night breeze and vanishing without a trace.
It completely blended into the sleeping night of this vast steam academy.
Jiang Menghan roughly knew what Su Wen was doing,
but she had no way to disturb him.
She could only silently keep him company at times like this.
At that moment, artificial moonlight flowed over the windowsill like water, while flocks of birds beat their wings across the sky, their shadows flashing beneath the clouds.
And somewhere far beyond the reach of the two of them,
a hoarse male voice sounded quietly in the darkness, carrying both devotion and ruthlessness:
"I have roughly located the 'Cursed Children.' May the gods grant me their blessing."
An ethereal response immediately drifted into his ears, indistinct and impossible to identify as male or female:
"Then you must be careful.
"Because the lineage of the 'Cursed Children' will reflect back upon you..."
In an instant,
before the voice had even finished speaking, a sudden change erupted.
The owner of the hoarse voice felt the ground vanish beneath his feet as the rocks abruptly shattered.
Before he could even fully cry out, his entire body plunged straight into a bottomless cliff, his scream swiftly swallowed by the abyss.
Only an abandoned earpiece remained on the cliffside, still crackling:
"Searcher Number Eighty-Three has returned to the