The Release
“Why not let him?” Wen Kexing asked.
Zhou Zishu laughed sharply, but Wen Kexing kept looking at him as though he meant it. He even went so far as to narrow his black, searching eyes at the edges, stripping the jest from them.
“Let him fly?” Zhou Zishu asked, stunned. “After all the effort it took us to catch and tame him?”
“I only think,” he said quietly, “that if you love something, perhaps it is better to set it free, so that it can return to you of its own accord.”
In which Zhou Zishu learns something about freedom and about love.
Illustration by @notoisstrange
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