"Flower…"
Xu Feng's voice was ragged, barely more than a breath, the single word slipping past his lips as he struggled to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves, his body still trembling from everything that had come before.
The whispered word was almost inaudible, lost between the warmth of the room and the quiet hum of their breathing.
Xuan Jian, still hovering over him, arched a brow in mild confusion. "Hmm?"
Xu Feng swallowed, blinking slowly as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. "Flower… sta—stamen," he finally managed, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as though the sheer effort of forming the words was its own battle.
He added one more name to the list! He was truly a talent, a wordsmith if you will.