The moon sets and the sun rises, after a night of turbulence, the skies are clear again. The morning sunlight spills over the Lake Capital City, and the devout morning prayers are recited in the wind. The citizens of the Capital City, having experienced yesterday's wedding and witnessed many miracles, are all the more devout in their prayers this morning. The rolling waves of sound shake the heavens, like rumbling thunder.
Xiulote woke up amidst the prayers, feeling sore all over, and his shoulders burning with pain. He felt the warmth beside him, turning his head to see his sleeping wife. Alisa was curled up like a cat, her face still streaked with tear marks, clutching tightly to his arm.
The young man leaned down gently, planting a soft kiss on the "cat's" lips. The cat twitched her nose, wrinkled her cute face, and murmured unconsciously. The young man listened closely, only vaguely catching some indistinct words.
"Mmm... no... naughty brother..."
