When they left the library, they spent the whole day getting to know each other and planning the future, and Yuan and Xiao Feng hated every second of it.
Every minute felt forced, every conversation a reminder of the life being planned for them rather than by them.
Li Yue didn't give them a single second to be alone, not a single moment to pause, breathe, or even think quietly to themselves.
They felt like captives rather than husbands.
The feeling of being trapped clung to them like a shadow.
Their thoughts were rarely in the present; most of the time, their minds drifted far away, lost in silent questioning.
Was this how it would always be? Would they ever find the time and space to act on their own plans.
Yuan wished, almost desperately, that he had some way to communicate with Xiao Feng without words.
Some private channel, some connection they could use in silence to understand each other without interference.
