Shi Feiyang bowed his head and planted a kiss amidst Guo Xiangyu's hair, the ice-blue True Qi silently dispelling the chill surrounding her.
This night, the moonlight at Flying Tiger Pass was exceptionally gentle, as if blessing the heroes who had quelled the chaos, while the war-torn city too welcomed renewal amidst the warmth and joy.
The smoke of battle dissipated from Flying Tiger Pass, with the waning sun dyeing the battle flags on the city wall a gentle crimson. Shi Feiyang embraced Guo Xiangyu as they climbed the arrow tower, her hair caught by the evening breeze brushing against his cheeks, carrying a unique scent of jasmine mingled with gunpowder.
"Feiyang, look at these mountains and rivers." Guo Xiangyu leaned in his arms, gazing at the distant village that had returned to tranquility, "After so much fighting, now we can quietly watch the sunset." Her voice was gentle, filled with the relief of surviving disaster.
