Xu Jing felt the weight of Ling Buyi's head resting softly on his shoulder, her breathing steady yet filled with the quiet heaviness of someone who had endured more than they should have. Her fragility in that moment made him feel an intense need to protect her, to offer her even the smallest measure of comfort. But as they sat there in silence, Xu Jing realized that words of comfort might not be enough. So, instead, he turned to something he knew would always lift her spirits—stories.
He smiled softly to himself as he thought of one in particular. It was something from a time long ago, a story he noticed she liked and cherished—the tale of *The Princess and the Knight*.
