She looked so familiar.
She was a miniature Yezi.
But she was different from the Yezi who had stood nearly two meters tall, with such a fierce presence.
The little thing before him was small enough to dance in his palm.
Her features were so exquisite they seemed painstakingly sculpted by a god, yet her face was full of childish innocence and endearing naivety.
She lay against the edge of the opening in the cocoon of light, gasping for breath.
As though she had just run a marathon.
The shattered fragments of the cocoon began gathering around her body.
Light intertwined, weaving a little dress of vines.
It covered her tiny body just right.
Then she stood up and gave a great big stretch.
Behind her, a pair of transparent wings unfolded silently, as thin as cicada wings.
A faint green glow flowed across them, so beautiful they seemed to have no place in this world.
As Yang Yong watched her, only one thought remained in his mind.
Was she a fairy? Or an elf?
After dying once, Yezi had actually returned to his side like this.
She had gone from a valiant, striking woman to a Thumbelina who could dance in his palm.
He could not say whether what he felt was relief or heartache.
The little one, having just completed her transformation, seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
She gave a tiny yawn, and the wings behind her fluttered gently.
Her body floated up like a dandelion seed, drifting unsteadily before settling on Yang Yong's shoulder.
She rested her little head in the crook of his neck and fell into a deep sleep just like that.
Yang Yong stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
He could feel that faint, soft warmth on his shoulder.
And that