The formerly pitch-black sky seemed to have been draped in a veil of blood-red gauze, hung with hundreds of deeper, brighter crimson streaks like auroras, resembling the trailing skirts of a goddess.
People on the streets stopped to admire the beautiful sight and pulled out their phones to take pictures. Some young couples pointed at the sky and said it was a gift from God, a testament to their love.
At first, Lu Mingfei merely found the phenomenon strange and rare, imagining that it was a sign of drastic changes to come on Earth.
From now on, cosmic monsters would emerge one after another, requiring an anonymous hero with a Spark Lens to save the world. He would be that hero who had found the Spark Lens, silently fighting to protect the world. Every time, he would end up covered in injuries, yet never complain.
After one fierce battle with a powerful enemy, he would be too badly hurt to make it home and tend to his wounds after reverting to human form. He would collapse by the roadside and be found by a passing beautiful girl. The girl would discover his secret, admire his heroic deeds, and voluntarily take on the role of his support staff.
He would still go fight monsters, but from then on, he would no longer have to lick his wounds alone after each battle. A beautiful girl would bring him bandages and disinfectant, gently treat his injuries, and soothe his exhausted body and soul.
Well, in Lu Mingfei's imagination, this beautiful girl looked like Chen Wenwen.
A literary girl like Chen Wenwen probably would not know how to bandage someone's wounds. Maybe the first time, she would make him bleed even more and worsen his injuries. But that was fine—practice made perfect. Lu Mingfei