The Elf (6)
Chu Yi blinked twice and wondered if he had misheard. However the elf did not give him a chance to deny reality and his cold voice repeated, this time even firmer. If it wasn't for the lack of emotion in his eyes, Chu Yi would have suspected that the elf had ulterior motives. The translucent red gauze in the elf's hands shook as if the wings of a butterfly. Without giving Chu Yi time to refute, the shirt was pushed into his hands and the elf moved away from his bed and walked to the window side. From afar, the soft silver glow of the moon shone down onto the Guardian trees leaves, even the darkness seemed to blend in with the moonlight, shimmers of strange silver dust drifting gently in the air. Nevertheless, this ethereal and tranquil scene did not make him feel awe, only a never-ending disgust and loathing rose and flooded his heart.