As Xuan Jian's preparations had finally drawn to a close, a bittersweet atmosphere settled over time. It was more than just the mask.
After seven days of waiting and preparing, it was time for him to set off for Jinghua.
With each passing moment, the weight of uncertainty regarding Xuan Yang's well being grew heavier on Xuan Jian's heart. Logically he knew his lover was okay, but the heart wasn't a logical thing.
In the midst of the apprehension, there was a glimmer of assurance in the presence of Jia and Jun by Xuan Yang's side. Their loyalty provided a small amount of comfort and a silent assurance that all would be well.
If there really was some danger, one of the men would have sent word his way. It was likely some matchmaking ploy or some other scheme of that nature they were dealing with.
