Gray Gray walked along the road, "clip, clop, clip," as though stepping to the rhythm of a heartbeat.
Si Chen loosely held the red cloth tied around Gray Gray's neck with one hand,
while his other hand rested naturally at Luo Hongyi's waist, keeping her from slipping sideways if she fell sound asleep.
Luo Hongyi had her eyes closed, her cheek resting lightly against Si Chen's chest.
She was not actually asleep at all.
The wind brushed past her ears.
It carried the faint bustle of the distant Market, along with the cultivators' awed murmurs on the street.
But she did not care in the slightest.
In fact, she rather enjoyed this unprecedented peace and sense of safety.
She secretly opened her eyes a sliver,
and saw Si Chen's jawline, clean and sharp.
Above it was his calm profile, his brow relaxed as he looked at the street ahead.
She suddenly remembered what he had been like when she first met him in Mistveil Valley.
He had been just as calm, as though even the sky collapsing had nothing to do with him.
Back then, she could never have imagined that one day she would be like this, nestled in his arms as they traveled along a completely unfamiliar street in the Immortal Realm.
She closed her eyes again and buried her face a little deeper in his embrace.
This was so nice.
Si Chen felt the breathing of the person in his arms grow increasingly steady.
He looked down. Luo Hongyi seemed to have truly fallen asleep, that faint smile she had not had time to put away still lingering at the corners of her lips.
He gently patted Gray Gray. Gray Gray understood, setting each hoof down more slowly and softly, ambling along.
That way, the lightly