"Weee! Gege! It's so fun! Gege! Gege! Look! The strange bird is so big!" Xiao Feng's chirpy voice reverberated through the clear sky.
"Hmm!" Yu Chen responded with the same enthusiasm. The sky gleamed with the hardness and brilliance of blue enamel, the air as soft as milk.
"Y-Young Master?" Wang Chuan called in a whisper. Peering at his Young Master's sour face that looks to have been dipped in a barrel of vinegar, Wang Chuan gulped hard. As if calling his name was blasphemy, Lin Rulan whipped his head around to look at Wang Chuan. His face was contorted with resentment, jealousy, and disdain Wang Chuan thought it was directed at him. His heart pounded heavy like a hammer on a door hinge. But noticing Lin Rulan's subtle glances at Baihu hugging Yu Chen, it's pretty clear why his Young Master's face was contorted. Baihu stood firmly behind Yu Chen, his hands on Yu Chen's waist, and Yu Chen held Xiao Feng tightly in fear of him falling from such heights.