The two of them spent the night on the tree. Muir chose a thick tree branch and let Bai Qingqing sit on top of it while leaning against the tree trunk.
As for him, he stood by her side like a statue.
The wind at a high altitude was much stronger and colder; it was as though the chilliness went straight to one's bones.
Hugging her arms to her chest, Bai Qingqing could feel goosebumps rising all over her bare skin. Even though she had slept for a long time in the day, she couldn't help feeling so tired that she kept yawning.
Feeling a weight on his body, a warmth spread from his fine feathers to Bai Qingqing's skin. It felt unbelievably hot, like a heated electric blanket.
Like the little match girl who finally obtained the fireplace she had been yearning for, Bai Qingqing felt so comfortable that she let out a sigh, before raising her head to look at the eagle beastman.
