Xuan Jian settled into his usual seat in the living room, only to spring back up almost immediately, leaving Min momentarily bewildered.
Without hesitation, Min followed his master as they briskly made their way to a larger reception room nestled within Blooming Courtyard.
As they took their seats, Min patiently waited for Xuan Jian to gather his thoughts and dispel the distant look that had momentarily clouded his eyes.
In that quiet moment, Xuan Jian found himself engulfed in a flood of memories—memories of shared moments with Xuan Yang and Xu Feng, memories that painted the walls of the living room with vibrant hues of nostalgia.
Each recollection, whether tinged with the warmth of happiness or the shadow of pleasure, held a precious place in his heart. The "couch," as Xu Feng called it, was once a simple piece of furniture, now it bore witness to the cherished moments they had shared as a trio.
