"Have you seen Jing Feng?"
Dongfang Wuji shook his head, his eyes instinctively flickering away, "Haven't seen him, what's wrong?"
Jing Yun's face was grim, and he sighed, "Where did he run off to now..."
For three consecutive days, Jing Yun had searched almost the entire demon realm, but he couldn't find any trace of Jing Feng.
Now that his wife was also living within the demon realm, where else could he go?
Dongfang Wuji curled his lips and chuckled mysteriously, "You, don't worry about him. He'll come back when he's had his fill of playing."
Jing Yun pursed his lips and lowered his head dejectedly, "I can only hope so."
After Jing Yun left, his figure disappearing without a trace, a head poked out from the shadows.
Dongfang Wuji beckoned to him, "Stop hiding. He's already gone far away."
Jing Feng breathed a sigh of relief and emerged from the shadows, "I absolutely can't let him find out..."
"I'm preparing a love token..."
Now that His Exalted One and Miss Bai had achieved their happily ever after, yet he and Jing Yun had made no progress, how could Jing Feng not be anxious?
Thus, he had discussed with Dongfang Wuji for three days and three nights, and finally decided to present Jing Yun with a love token!
Dongfang Wuji turned his head and looked at the person beside him, "How is the preparation coming along?"
However, Jing Feng drooped his head, his expression worried, "I took a stroll around the streets, but I still don't know what to give..."
Ordinary women liked flowers, sachets, and beautiful jewelry, but Jing Yun was a man. He couldn't possibly give him these, could he...
Silence fell between the two for a long time, neither of them coming up with an idea.
The next day, although Jing Feng held no great hope, he still went for a walk on the street.
"Come and see, come and see! Knots of shared hearts, tokens of longing, all styles and sizes available—!"
Jing Feng's attention was instantly captured. Knots of shared hearts, tokens of longing – these were indeed suitable betrothal gifts for a man!
"Shopkeeper, how much are these?" he asked, looking at the dazzling array of small trinkets on the stall.
When the shopkeeper saw Jing Feng's face, his jaw nearly dropped in shock, "General Feng! Is that really you?"
After Jing Feng nodded, the shopkeeper's smile widened, "They are all one gold coin. Please, take your pick, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Do you have anything more expensive, with better craftsmanship? Let me have a look." Jing Feng scanned the stall, finding most of it unsatisfactory.
If he were to give a gift, it had to be a good one, an expensive one, to truly represent his feelings.
Hearing this, the shopkeeper brought out his most prized possession, carefully lifting the red cloth covering it.
"General Feng, I'm not bragging, but this token of longing, it's been passed down from our ancestors."
"Normally, I wouldn't sell it to just anyone, but today I met you!"
As the red cloth was lifted, a small, delicate, fair, and lustrous piece of jade-like token of longing was revealed.
The moment Jing Feng saw it, his gaze was fixed, "Shopkeeper, how much is this!"
The shopkeeper chuckled, his shrewd eyes appraising him, "Not much, not much, just this much."
Saying so, he held up three fingers.
"Thirty gold coins?" Jing Feng guessed, looking at his fingers.
To his surprise, the shopkeeper shook his head, "Three thousand gold coins."
"Three thousand gold coins!" Jing Feng's pupils widened in shock, and he froze on the spot, "So expensive?"
Three thousand gold coins could buy his entire being!
But as Jing Feng was deliberating, a middle-aged man approached and stood beside him.
The man reached out, picked up the token of longing, and examined it, "You dare to try and fool people with fakes?"
Jing Feng was taken aback. This thing was fake?
Then, the man turned to him, "General Feng, is this for a love token?"
For some inexplicable reason, Jing Feng nodded. He then heard the man continue,
"If it's a love token, as long as you put your heart into it, the recipient will like it."
"There's no need to spend a fortune on a fake."
Jing Feng was stunned. When he came to his senses, the man had already vanished, gone who knew where.
Jing Feng stared blankly at the side, a flash of inspiration striking him.
He knew what to give...
Jing Feng bought a pile of things and locked himself in his room for seven full days, finally managing to create a finished gift.
"Why is it so ugly?" He looked at the object in front of him and sighed dejectedly. How could he possibly give this to someone...
But suddenly, a weight pressed down from behind him, and Jing Yun's voice echoed.
"What are you doing?"
Jing Feng's body stiffened, and he quickly hid the item, his expression incredibly flustered, "Th-this is just something I made for fun! I wasn't going to give it to anyone!"
Jing Yun blinked, then let out a chuckle, "Alright, I didn't see anything."
Jing Feng, clutching the item to his chest, his entire face blushing fiercely, "You... really didn't see?"
"Mmm, I didn't see anything."
Silence reigned in the room for a while, before Jing Feng's voice sounded again.
"Actually... this was meant for you all along... It doesn't matter if you saw it..."
Jing Yun was taken aback. He saw Jing Feng, his face red, slowly reveal the item he had been hiding.
A lopsided, miniature Jing Yun appeared in his scarred palm.
"It's very ugly, isn't it..."
Such an ugly love token, he couldn't bring himself to say anything, Jing Feng sighed deeply.
'If it's a love token, as long as you put your heart into it, the recipient will like it.'
Things bought could never be as heartfelt as things made by oneself.
He had seen colorful clay figurines on the street, carved into lifelike human figures, and he had thought, could he make one for Jing Yun?
But who would have thought that this sort of thing was not something just anyone could do...
Inside the room, there was no sound for a long time. Jing Feng raised his head and cautiously glanced at the person before him.
With just one look, he was frozen.
He saw Jing Yun extending his hand, his palm also covered in scars, and holding a miniature Jing Feng, identical to his.
His face red, he scratched his cheek somewhat sheepishly, "We thought of the same thing..."
"Thump— thump— thump—"
Jing Feng stared blankly at the blushing Jing Yun, his heart beating uncontrollably.
He had also made a miniature figure, and intended to give it to himself...
Jing Yun smiled lightly, lowered his gaze to the small figure in his hand, "We grew up together, and we have such an understanding in whatever we do..."
"Does this count as telepathy?"
Jing Feng nodded vigorously, "Of course it does!"
Jing Yun smiled wryly, took the small figure from his hand, and placed it on the most prominent windowsill.
"This way, I can see it every day."
"But why not put it in your room?"
"What, you don't want me to move into this room?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Sunshine streamed in, and the two small figures smiled joyfully in the golden light.
Just looking at them, one could feel that unparalleled happiness...
It was a special happiness, belonging only to the two of them...