Fleeting clouds cast their reflections, creating ripples like lotus waves in the vast sky.
The flying ship sped through the heavens. Inside her room, Dan Wulan sat with one hand gently propping her small face, staring out the window in a daze.
Her white hair fluttered. She had repeated such actions countless times during the days he had been gone.
She playfully pulled a wisp of cloud from the sea outside into the flying ship's cabin, letting her hands idly mold it.
Before she knew it, the cloud had taken the shape of a man.
Of course, this shape resembled a man's form, not...
Her eyes fixated on the wisp of cloud she had molded countless times. Lost in a trance, a glistening thread of saliva unconsciously escaped the corner of her mouth.
Then, she took a deep breath, glanced around repeatedly to ensure no one was watching, and pressed the cloud-figure tightly to her cheek.
