Chapter 1754: That was a man running beneath the setting sun—so captivating
The moment Song Shuhang finished speaking, Soft Feather's expression froze. Then she crouched down, looking aggrieved, and began poking the floor with her finger. Every poke left a hole.
Thud, thud, thud~~ In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen little holes of varying depths appeared in the floor, some going clean through—Song Shuhang was staying on the second floor of the pavilion, and the floor was wooden.
Just then, the elderly chief of the Dragon Blood Branch Tribe, who was semiretired and had plenty of free time every day, happened to enter the room. The sight made his heart ache—the pavilion Mr. Shuhang was staying in was brand-new, only completed a few days ago. Now it looked as though the floor would need replacing again.
Song Shuhang paused at the sight of the aggrieved Soft Feather.
Honestly, this was the first time he had ever seen her so dejected.
Soft Feather was cheerful and optimistic. Although she occasionally had little frustrations—getting lost, for instance—those minor troubles in life never discouraged her.
Ever since meeting Soft Feather, Song Shuhang had never seen her look so downcast and aggrieved.
Song Shuhang couldn't help reaching out, and then... he took out his phone and snapped several photos of Soft Feather. Seeing her so dejected was far too rare. He might never get another chance in his lifetime.
"Senior Song." Soft Feather raised her head and fixed her wide eyes on Song Shuhang. "It's one thing not to comfort me, but you're actually taking pictures to collect material?"
"Actually, dragon patterns and all that aren't what really matters. They don't determine everything." Song Shuhang got out of bed and walked over to Soft Feather, gently comforting her. "Even if