"My apologies, your highness," Baihu murmured, his golden eyes reflecting both loyalty and regret.
"Fine," Gou Shaoliang replied, his voice a celestial breeze. "I shall descend to the mortal realm now. Be vigilant with my parents when you return, Baihu."
Baihu extended his hand, offering a bag woven from cosmic threads. "Take this with you," he said, the weight of their shared adventures lingering in the air.
Gou Shaoliang slung the bag over his shoulder, its contents unknown yet significant. He gave Baihu a solemn nod, acknowledging their bond forged across galaxies. And then, with the small red bird perched on his chest, he leaped from the star—a comet of determination streaking toward the mortal realm.
"Your highness," Baihu's voice trailed after him, "may you find your true love there." The words echoed through the cosmic expanse, a wish woven into stardust.
'Starry Dreams Flower Moon Pavilion'