The boat of the Feng Residence, via the waterway, journeyed towards Xia Capital.
Into the night, Feng Xun listened to the babbling of water under the boat, struggling to sleep for a long time.
He was always a light sleeper, and in the earlier days, it was only with the company of that sound that he could sleep soundly until dawn.
After more than ten days without contact, something called longing had already taken root and sprouted in his heart.
The Phoenix Token, he kept close to his body at all times, like a precious object, untouchable by anyone.
In the dead of night, he always habitually took it out and placed it next to him, fiddling with it in his hand, hoping to hear that familiar voice.
But time and again, he was left disappointed, his eyes open until the break of dawn.
Around midnight, the Phoenix Token suddenly stirred.
A voice that made Feng Xun's heart race uncontrollably reached him after a long absence.
"Ling Yue?"
