Zhang Cuo would never forget the moment he brushed past Feng Ruzhi. The waves raged, the winds howled, but the…
Zhang Cuo would never forget the moment he brushed past Feng Ruzhi.
The waves raged, the winds howled, but the azure flood dragon could not persuade the crimson dragon.
It left the Yellow River to seek its own waters.
This was the second time Zhang Cuo left the place he once called "home."
The first time was during his childhood. When he woke up, the house was empty, just him, all alone. His fragmented memories were of a narrow cave, pitch-black tunnels, water seeping through rocky cracks that he could only lap up with his tongue, and the stench of raw rat meat. After barely escaping alive, all he remembered was a small hand at the cave's entrance, waving desperately in the light, as though summoning brightness for him.
That was his first meeting with Feng Ruzhi. It didn't end well. Every year on Feng Ruzhi's birthday, she would jokingly recall the feral little creature that had bitten her hard back then. At least it wasn't all bad. By now, Zhang Cuo had learned to turn away gracefully, coughing as he downed a cup of the notorious "Red Sleeve Special" amidst everyone's laughter.
"Why don't you bite back?"
"Next time, for sure."