Things between Xiao Zai and Chu Yun were so tense that the air around them almost crackled with energy, heavy and weighty like the atmosphere before a storm.
Whenever their eyes met Xiao Zai felt as if he only needed to keep holding Chu Yun's gaze a while longer to make him give in.
If his feelings confused him, he could tell that Chu Yun was absolutely bewildered by his own. Xiao Zai would never claim to know someone better than they knew themselves, he wasn't capable of such arrogance, but he could tell Chu Yun was attracted to him too.
For some reason he didn't want to act upon his desires.
There was nothing Xiao Zai could do about it, so he kept himself busy with his little vegetable garden, and with his morning sword practice.
Everyday he hoped that Chu Yun would join him again for a friendly spar -- but it hadn't happened again since that one time.
