Xuan Jian's voice grew more animated as he spoke of Xiao Long and Da Long. "Xiao Long, the little rascal, loves to be lifted up to great heights. My men often perch him on the highest branches of the peach trees in the courtyard, with supervision of course. His curiosity knows no bounds and he is a very social little one.
And Da Long, he's the more serious one. He always watches over his brother, making sure Xiao Long doesn't get into too much trouble but that's only when he isn't getting into trouble himself. He seems to be dependable, but he enjoys hiding away from any and all adults.
When I dream of our life in Dong Yang's estate, I realize he often finds places with your old scent, places you often frequented in both lives."
Xu Feng listened, feeling a calm wash over him. The joyful emotion in Xuan Jian's eyes was a contrast to the blank stares and pained looks he had seen earlier. It was a strange sight, one that made Xu Feng's heart swell with hope.
