Several minutes went by, but Xiao Hei didn't bother to ask Xiao Fang when they would be leaving. She silently rested on his lap as he brushed her hair.
The middle-aged woman he was watching eventually took a break, wiping the sweat from her brow. The moment she did, she finally felt it — she wasn't alone.
She scanned the empty clearing, her instincts sharpening.
[ Soul Search ]
The moment she activated the technique, her gaze snapped upward — and there he was.
Xiao Fang sat perched lazily among the branches, one leg dangling freely, the other bent, with Xiao Hei laying across it, her head comfortably nestled against him. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, yet everything about him seemed to exist just beyond reach — untamed, effortlessly sovereign.
