「To the training ground.」
On the training ground, Li Yan wore a black archery uniform with a subtle dark pattern and fitted sleeves. Its collar and cuffs were trimmed with red gold, and a vermilion leather belt was fastened around his waist. A pouch Ming Lingyi had personally embroidered hung from it; Li Yan treasured the gift, carrying it with him everywhere, no matter his attire.
The outfit should have made him look fierce, yet his features were delicate. When he pursed his lips in concentration to draw his bow, his long lashes drooped slightly. Combined with his large eyes—dark as grapes and so much like Ming Lingyi's—he gave off a strikingly docile and obedient air.
The morning light cast upon his taut forearms, giving the little boy's frame a hint of hardened definition.
Ming Lingyi stood not far away, watching his incredibly serious yet adorable appearance, and her heart melted.
