บท 160: A Pattern

As Xuan Yang observed Xu Feng, his heart felt a familiar tug. The pouting ger, delicate in his own way, sat across from him in the pavilion, his silver hair catching the light in a delicate sheen that shimmered in the dusk's embrace. Every strand seemed to hold a story.

Xu Feng, while towering above the average ger and the average man, still held an air of androgynous beauty that defied conventional norms. His dark eyes revealing an unknown world and life behind their depths, full of confidence tangled with a soft magnetism.

Looking to his right, close enough to touch, Xuan Jian grinned at the ger across from them. Jian was a blunt contrast to Xu Feng's appearance. 

Though only slightly shorter than himself (Xuan Yang), Jian radiated a manly charm, his athletic frame defined against the delicately decorated backdrop. Chestnut brown hair framed a well defined face marked by firm eyes, an obvious disparity to Xu Feng's more tactful gazes.