A horseback ride was the perfect time for one's mind to wander.
For once, Xu Feng's mind was still—controlled, deliberate.
But what exactly was it trained on? The straight backed man in front of him.
Xuan Yang sat tall and steady as if he were carved from something unshakable. His broad frame fit naturally against Xu Feng's, and despite his noble air and deceptively friendly face, there was something impenetrable about him. Something untouchable.
Or at least, untouchable to others.
Xu Feng smiled to himself.
He knew better.
Because that face, calm and unreadable, had shown him warmth and love before. Because those hands, smooth and firm, had held him carefully.
Because maybe, just maybe, if his soul had been whole, he would have smiled more easily.
The thoughts came gently, like waves against the shore, rocking him into a sense of comfort.
