Not Okay

The anger, the suffocating frustration—it melted, just a little.

They walked in silence for a while, the tension still lingering between them, but not suffocating anymore.

Then, a quiet voice broke the stillness.

"I had a strong temper when I was young."

Xu Feng blinked, tilting his head toward Xuan Yang. Was his husband just comforting him? That wasn't likely. Xuan Yang wasn't the type to lie for the sake of false comfort.

His husband's face was calm, unfazed as was common, but there was something… almost nostalgic in his tone.

Xu Feng huffed a quiet breath. "It's an immortal bloodline thing?"

It wasn't really a question. He already knew the answer.

He was a demon beast, through and through, but immortal bloodline carriers and demon beasts were cut from the same cloth. The true difference was the level of purity in their bloodlines.