Nightfall arrived, and the branches of the divine wood swayed gently in the wind.
The streets grew quieter as fewer and fewer pedestrians passed by. Across Cartier, lights began to illuminate the cityscape. After a busy day, the Blood Elves gradually returned to their familial routines.
Angel's mother lit the oil lamp for illumination.
At the dining table, Angel sat in silence, eating with his head lowered.
Across the table, Angel's father stared at him while eating.
His hands never stopped tearing pieces of bread and sending them to his mouth, yet his piercing gaze made Angel's scalp tingle.
In appearance, Angel's father Kou Li looked almost identical to his older brother Andrew. In dim lighting, one could nearly mistake them for being the same person. But in terms of demeanor, the differences were stark.
