Making Choices (4)
The crisp and cool feeling was apparent in the air and paired with the taste of salt that hovered along with it; Li Yang stared down at the dark waters with a fleeting glance.
The night's starry sky reflected only a pale comparison of what it could be, even as they had left the city about an hour ago.
Rumbling in the background, the small yacht's motor was silent and barely noticeable, but they left a froth of bubbles in their wake. He was once again leaving the city without even telling anybody so much as a single word.
This seemed to be the life that he liked to put himself in, free from any responsibilities to inform anybody else or to have them question his decisions.
It was almost ridiculous that he did this after remembering how much Taiga threw herself into his arms when he returned. The relief in her chest and even the tears that she didn't want him to see but he noticed—it was almost as if he was treating it like an unimportant thing.