A Truly Personal Secretary · Traces of the Alien Queen

Anyone who had dreamed of flying should know the feeling.

Every dream carried the lightness of weightlessness. In the dream, they would spread their arms and skim over rooftops and treetops.

At the most exhilarating moment, invisible weight would drag them down, while a blurry shadow chased relentlessly behind them.

"Then I'll take you flying for real."

Before Li Dan had even finished speaking, Ashley felt warmth around her waist. Her whole body lifted off the ground and rose toward the sky above the town.

There was no roar or jolting of a helicopter—only unrestrained levitation, absolute safety, and freedom. Li Dan's power protected her; there was no possibility of falling.

The wind howled past her ears, carrying the scent of grass and cooking smoke. Ashley looked down and saw a winding river curling around the town like a silver ribbon.

She looked up at the dark, shifting clouds. The two of them flew like clouds swept along by the wind, rising and falling, their bodies suddenly spinning and flipping upside down. She instinctively clenched Li Dan's clothes, yet laughed amid the dizzying weightlessness.

This felt a hundred times more real than a dream. There was no chasing shadow, no sudden loss of strength—only the wind's embrace and Li Dan's steady presence. Yet the dreamlike sensation of breaking free from gravity still left her dazed.

So freedom really could be within reach.

"Having fun?"

Li Dan crossed his arms and slowly descended from an even greater height, his toes seeming to step on invisible stairs. He moved as casually as if he were standing in his own living room.

Like a fish breaking free of the current, Ashley pounced toward him. Her fingertips caught his sleeve and tugged hard. With excitement and delight written all over her face, she rose