The deeper they moved into the maze, the quieter it became, not in peace, but in tension. Feng Jiao Xue didn't trust the stillness. The kind of silence that dropped like a blade just before the killing blow. Even the wind no longer rustled the leaves, and the air was heavy, as if the forest itself held its breath.
Mo Tianze was only a few steps behind her, sharp-eyed, ears twitching beneath his hood. They'd made progress through the maze, fending off enchanted vines and avoiding the snarling beasts camouflaged in roots and bark. His presence is always so calm and steady.
She wonders... when this soft fox started becoming steadfast by her side?...
Feng Jia Xue's eyes flickered to Mo Tianze briefly but as if sensing her gaze, he immediately turned towards her, flashing her an impish, reassuring smile, cute tiny fangs poking out as his eyes shines like the golden sun making Feng Jiao Xue immediately look straight ahead again.
"Snap!" A soft sounded by their right.
