Rewinding the scene, Chuzheng's anger dissipated.
But she soon had another problem to deal with.
Her wings, which had automatically returned to her upon entering, now... couldn't be retracted.
The original owner could easily tuck them away with just a thought, a convenient and speedy process.
No matter how she thought about it, though, the wings wouldn't budge.
Chuzheng held her breath.
She silently chanted to herself to retract them.
The wings remained still.
It was as if they were broken...
Perhaps the wings recognized a new owner?
"[...]Miss, what on earth do you ponder over all day long with those muddled thoughts?"
Chuzheng's mind had wandered only for a moment before she became entranced by the feathers.
She touched her wings, finding the feathers soft and smooth, a comforting sensation in her hands.
Comfort spread through her from the bottom of her heart.
She sat with a tense little face, petting them to herself for a long while.