She must not have learned to fly yet, her tender little wings flapping desperately, stumbling as she flew into Suo Lun's arms.
Suo Lun held her, disbelievingly gazing at her little face and her little wings.
These small wings were also fleshy and pink, covered with a layer of lovely down.
"You, you can actually fly?" Suo Lun said, "What race are you, exactly?"
"Eh, yaya…" the little girl earnestly replied.
But neither of them could understand what the other was saying.
Suo Lun approached where his parents' bodies lay, enduring a foul smell, he flipped the body of the man.
This man also had wings, only they had been brutally plucked, leaving a deep wound on his back.
And, they had been plucked a long time ago.
Then, Suo Lun turned the body of the woman over, lifted her clothes, and sure enough, she too had wings that had been plucked long ago.
What race did this family of three belong to? Why were their wings plucked?
