They met in the dark of night.
Below was a field of pure white flowers, while above was a pitch-black night sky devoid of any stars.
One white and one black, making it hard to tell which is the sky and which is the ground.
In Ning Feng's eyes, perhaps the sky was beneath his feet.
Because of those golden eyes.
Those eyes, like molten crimson gold, were like a singularity in the pure white sky.
In his dream, Ning Feng seemed to see the blazing sun high in the sky.
He knew what kind of person would have such eyes.
Angel.
The creations of the gods, the heavenly apostles who protect and fight for them.
Aside from their most well-known aura and pristine white wings, what impressed Ning Feng the most were their golden eyes.
Thinking about it this way, he realized he had already seen many angels.
The angelic lineage includes awakened beings, ordinary angels, legendary angels, and even fallen angels and archangels who sacrificed saints.
Although both are angels, Jiang Wan is still too young and weak; her eyes lack the aura of a strong person.
Having fallen into depravity, Li Tiandu's eyes had long lost their former brilliance, and he sank into the abyss.
Of all the angels, only the Archangel of Sacrifice possessed such majesty and power in the final moment when he chose to end his own life.
It shines as brightly as the sun.
Of all the angels, he knew only one who could display such a quality.
Cecilia.
The mysterious angel who had inexplicable feelings for him.
From initially being almost hostile but not making a move, to gradually changing her opinion of him, and finally to actively helping and providing him with strength.
This change didn't happen overnight; it happened gradually over the limited time the two spent together.
She was trying to see a certain shadow in him, while he was slowly changing her.
Through words, actions, and every exchange of glances... they are changing each other.
Ning Feng couldn't say for sure which day or which time it was, but at a certain moment he suddenly let his guard down.
She is someone you can trust.
He chose to believe her.
For Cecilia, however, this might have happened even earlier.
When did she realize that the person in front of her would never become the person she had once met?
As a naturally divine being, destined from birth to command the angels as the chief of angels, she couldn't even remember.
But then one day, she suddenly understood.
He is simply himself, and no one else.
Therefore, in Cecilia's eyes, Ning Feng was simply Ning Feng, with no other shadow.
Perhaps one day he will choose to walk that path himself, but that choice should be made by him, not by his own catalysis.
But if I do that, I'll have made the same choice as that woman...
Although she disliked the feeling of making the same choice as the devil, the angel ultimately chose to compromise.
It wasn't to bow down to her, it was only for him.
However, even after compromising, she may still harbor some dissatisfaction.
We made the same choice, so why are you unwilling to trust me more and instead choose to listen to her?
Talking to her, playing around, joking around...
Why not me?
Was it because I didn't do a good enough job?
Cecilia was confused.
Unlike Ariana, she had very little contact with humans, even in the distant past.
Even those who could be called "heroes," "sons of God," or "chosen ones" were no different in her presence.
All she ever saw were heads bowed to her.
He groveled and knelt before her...
Whether it was out of respect or fear, she didn't know the specific reason, but she never cared.
But of all the people, only one figure left a deep impression on her.
A frail mortal, so fragile that he would break at the slightest touch.
However, in contrast to his fragile physical body was his extremely strong spirit.
will.
It coalesced into a terrifying will, sharp as a blade, capable of slicing through the river of fate.
Is he a mortal?
Perhaps, it's no longer true.
But in his own mind, and in the eyes of all those who followed him, he had never changed.
An entity that will never bow down to anyone.
That person was not merely a physical body, but a living symbol, a representation of humanity that would never fall.
At that time, out of curiosity about how far he could ultimately go, she ignored his arrogance and continued on her journey to catch up with the devil.
But no matter how similar they are, even if they inherit the same title, Ning Feng is not that person.
Just as Ning Feng said, he is simply himself, not anyone else.
...
...
The dream continued, and Ning Feng stared blankly at the white wolf in front of him, but did not say anything more.
He trusted his intuition; the white wolf that appeared at the end of the road was indeed Cecilia.
But why?
Why does she appear in my dreams? And in the form of a white wolf no less?
But is this kind of thing really important?
No, it's not important.
The fact that she appears in my dreams is enough in itself.
rustle……
Walking slowly forward, the white wolf did not run away, but calmly watched Ning Feng approach.
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