The morning light slowly crept into the room, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets and the quiet forms resting within them. The warmth of being wrapped in Xuan Jian's steady embrace was grounding, yet Xu Feng's mind wasn't quite at rest.
His happiness lingered, warm and comforting, but beneath it was something more—a restrained edge of thought, subtle but persistent.
Xu Feng shifted slightly, raising his head just enough to glance across the bed at Xuan Yang. The man sat reclined against the headboard, his usually composed expression softened by sleep and the lazy comfort of the morning. Yet, there was something—something different.
"There is definitely something very different about you," Xu Feng started quietly, his voice breaking the peaceful silence.
Xuan Yang blinked slowly, lifting a brow but saying nothing. Xu Feng wasn't entirely speaking to him anyway.