This was no ordinary feather.
It was over a meter long. The shaft was translucent and smooth to the touch, and the barbs were fine and dense. From base to tip, it glowed a golden-red, as dazzling and eye-catching as a static flame.
Que Feiling lowered his eyes nervously.
Even though Jiang Qingli was wearing a bulky protective suit that completely hid her face, he felt even more anxious.
He took a moment to compose himself before saying, "Miss Jiang, this is my feather."
"I don't mean to offend you, I just wanted to…" Que Feiling carefully chose his words, his face flushing as he continued, "I-I wanted to become... friends, or something. If you feel pressured, just pretend I never asked."
He backed away as he spoke, his eyebrows drooping like a drenched bird's.
Jiang Qingli recalled that Lin Xiyue had a pet parrot. The last time she visited, the bird had given her one of its molted feathers.
'So, this must be how birds show friendship?' she guessed.
But…
