Once the photo had been taken, Xiang Xi leaned over to look at it on the computer. He saw his smiling face and thought he looked quite handsome; he could not help smiling as he touched his own face.

Then, somewhat worried, he asked, “Are you going to retouch the photo? Don’t erase my mole.”

“No, don’t worry,” the woman said, glancing at him. “You can go out now. The photo will be kept on file, and you can use it later whenever you need to replace your ID or handle other procedures.”

“Okay.” Xiang Xi smiled and turned to leave the room.

Getting his ID card made was not troublesome. After his information had been checked, his fingerprints were collected, and then he paid the fee, and that was the end of it. Xiang Xi paid extra for expedited processing.

“Do you need it mailed to you, or will you come and pick it up yourself?” the staff member asked.

“I’ll come and pick it up myself!” Xiang Xi hurriedly said. “I’ll come myself to get it.”

His ID card meant an extraordinary amount to him. He really could not feel at ease having something this important sent by mail; he had to come and collect it personally before he could feel reassured.

“You can collect it in seven working days,” the staff member told him, handing him a receipt and a slip of paper. “Keep this safe. Bring it with you when you come to pick it up.”

Xiang Xi looked at it. The date when he could collect his ID card was written on it. He carefully put the slip into his pocket and pressed his hand against it to make sure it was there before leaving the building with Officer Li.

Once they were in the car, Xiang Xi said nothing. His ID card was taken care of, and the next thing to do was go to the identification centre and ask about the result of the blood-sample comparison, as they had agreed the day before.

But now, Xiang Xi suddenly found himself afraid to bring it up. He sat silently in the car.

Officer Li did not say anything either. He glanced at him and drove directly onto the main road.

Xiang Xi had never been to this area and did not know how to get to the identification centre from here, but he knew they were going in the opposite direction from the one he had come from.

When he saw the blue sign of the identification centre, his heart tightened.

“Today, it might not …” Officer Li had just parked the car and was still speaking when his phone rang. He answered it.

Xiang Xi did not know whether he was supposed to hear the conversation. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the car door himself and got out first.

Officer Li said a few words in the car, then hung up and got out as well. He patted the roof of the car and said, “It was the identification centre. The results are out. Perfect timing.”

“What?” Xiang Xi suddenly looked up at him. “What results?”

“The comparison results,” Officer Li said. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“The results… how are they?” Xiang Xi asked anxiously. “Did they match? Is there… someone who matches me?”

“We don’t know yet. They’ll confirm it with you in person in a moment,” Officer Li said, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t be nervous.”

Don’t be nervous.

Xiang Xi told himself the same thing. Don’t be nervous.

Hadn’t he already made up his mind? Whether there was a match or not, whatever the result might be, he had already decided to let it go.

But thinking that way was one thing. When he actually had to face the matter, he still could not stop himself from becoming nervous.

When someone from the identification centre brought several sheets of paper and placed them on the table in front of him, Xiang Xi did not reach out to take them.

He had been standing, but now he slowly sat down on the chair and stared at the papers in front of him.

The characters were somewhat difficult to make out. He only caught the word “Report,” along with his own name.

These few sheets of paper, these sheets that he barely had the courage to touch, contained his fate and the result he had been waiting for for so long.

But…

Perhaps he did not need to look anymore.

The expression on the man's face as he approached had already told him the result.

“There isn’t…” Xiang Xi found it difficult to speak, feeling that his throat had gone dry. “The comparison didn’t match, did it?”

“That’s right, there was no match,” the man said, turning the pages back and pointing quietly to one of the entries. “You only need to look here.”

Xiang Xi followed his finger with his eyes. A single character, 否 (“no”), jumped into his line of sight.

“Oh.” He gave a quiet response.

“Don’t be disappointed,” the man comforted him. “Not every family of a missing person reports the disappearance and provides blood samples for comparison. Especially when the disappearance happened a long time ago. Back then, we hadn’t started this kind of work yet…”

“Mhm.” Xiang Xi smiled. “I know.”

“Xiang Xi…” Officer Li patted him on the shoulder, but did not continue.

“It’s okay.” Xiang Xi stood up, carefully picked up the report and folded it neatly, then turned and walked outside. “I didn’t have very high hopes when I came to give the blood sample that day. I don’t really feel anything now either. After all… it’s already been twenty years.”

Officer Li said nothing more. He simply planned to drive him home.

“Could you take me to the hospital?” Xiang Xi asked. “I want to go see my friend.”

“Of course.” Officer Li nodded. “I’ll take you there.”

“Thank you. You’ve gone back and forth with me several times,” Xiang Xi said.

“It was no trouble,” Officer Li said. “Remember to go pick up your ID card on time. Things will be more convenient for you afterward.”

“Mm.” Xiang Xi smiled.

Officer Li dropped him off at the hospital entrance and said to him through the car window, “All right, then. That’s that. If anything related comes up, you can contact me again. I wish you all the best.”

Xiang Xi went to the outpatient department, but did not see Cheng Boyan. He then went to the inpatient department, but Cheng Boyan was not in the office either.

After asking around, he learned that Cheng Boyan had surgery today.

Xiang Xi sighed and stood by the window in the corridor, looking outside.

He was very familiar with the inpatient department. It was here that he had first opened his eyes on a hospital bed; it was here that he had first experienced Cheng Boyan’s germaphobia…

He smiled.

He had stayed in the hospital here twice and had brought countless take-out meals here. He knew most of the nurses and doctors.

Now, standing here again, he had a very strange feeling. He could not say whether it was sentimentality or happiness.

“Xiang Xi?” A young nurse walked past him. “Are you waiting for Doctor Cheng here?”

“Mm,” Xiang Xi said with a smile. “I heard he has surgery.”

“Yeah, he went in at ten,” the young nurse said, looking at the time. “He should be about finished by now. It’s a minor operation, so it’ll be quick.”

“Then I’ll wait a little longer.” Xiang Xi sat down on a chair nearby.

“Are you in a hurry?” the young nurse asked as she pressed the elevator button.

“No hurry. I’m just idle,” Xiang Xi said, leaning against the back of the chair and stretching out one leg. “From now on, I won’t have anything urgent anymore. I’ve already finished being urgent about everything.”

“Huh?” The young nurse did not understand.

Xiang Xi smiled without saying anything.

Quite a few people came and went through the inpatient department: people arriving for admission wearing all kinds of medical supports, people carrying flowers and nutritional supplements to visit patients, all passing back and forth in front of him.

Xiang Xi simply sat there motionless, watching the people, until the elevator doors opened and someone wearing a white coat walked out.

From the legs and shoes, and the way he walked, Xiang Xi could immediately recognize who it was.

“Doctor Cheng,” Xiang Xi called.

Cheng Boyan turned around. He was somewhat surprised to see him. After a moment of surprise, a smile appeared on his face. “What brings you all the way here?”

“Your surgery is finished?” Xiang Xi stood up and gave two happy little laughs, then moved closer to him and walked with him toward the office.

“Just finished,” Cheng Boyan said. He was still carrying a pile of medical records and documents. “What, did you come to invite me to lunch?”

“Yeah. Will you do me the honour?” Xiang Xi asked.

“I absolutely have to accept that honour,” Cheng Boyan said with a smile. “I’ll change first. I don’t have much to do this afternoon, so we can take our time over lunch.”

After changing clothes, Cheng Boyan took Xiang Xi around to a small alley behind the hospital.

“What are we eating here?” Xiang Xi looked around. “Wouldn’t the food stalls here kill you? Has your germaphobia suddenly been cured?”

“My colleagues found this place recently. It’s just ahead.” Cheng Boyan pointed toward a small storefront. “The atmosphere is actually quite something.”

Hidden deep inside the alley was a small restaurant, barely large enough for five tables. Although it mainly served fast food, you could tell at a glance from the outside that it was a restaurant that liked to cultivate a certain atmosphere.

It had retro-industrial décor: exposed red brick, all kinds of black iron racks, chairs made from pipes, sheet-metal tables, and deliberately aged black floor tiles.

“This kind of décor, just for fast food…” Xiang Xi sat down and looked around again. “They’re really putting on airs.”

“As long as it’s clean, that’s all I ask,” Cheng Boyan said with a smile. After ordering their food, he looked at Xiang Xi and asked, “Did you get your ID card sorted out today?”

“Mm.” Xiang Xi took the neatly folded little slip of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table. “I can get it in seven working days. You keep it for me, okay? I’m afraid I’ll lose it if I keep it in my pocket.”

“Did they take a handsome photo of you?” Cheng Boyan carefully looked at the slip, then folded it up and put it into his wallet.

“So handsome that all the lights in the ID-card office exploded. I didn’t even dare stay there any longer. I was afraid the lady who took my photo had a weak heart.” Xiang Xi rattled off the whole string of words without even thinking.

“Then when you get your ID card back, I’ll have to take a pill before I look at it,” Cheng Boyan said with a laugh.

Xiang Xi laughed along with him for a while, then slowly stopped smiling. He took the report containing the blood-test results from his pocket and placed it in front of Cheng Boyan. “The comparison results… are out.”

“Let me see.” Cheng Boyan picked up the report and read it.

“They didn’t match,” Xiang Xi said.

Cheng Boyan’s hand trembled slightly. He read all several pages, then looked up at Xiang Xi. “It was probably too long ago. Your parents never thought to provide a sample.”

“That’s what the people at the identification centre said too,” Xiang Xi said with a smile. “They said there are quite a lot of people whose samples don’t match.”

Cheng Boyan slowly folded the report into a small square and put it into his wallet as well. “Do you want to talk to me about it?”

“No need.” Xiang Xi looked at him. “I’m fine. This result was within my expectations anyway. People said it themselves, didn’t they? I was thrown away, abandoned. The chances of an abandoned child being able to find their family again are too low, aren’t they?”

Cheng Boyan said nothing.

“That’s it.” Xiang Xi picked up his glass and took a sip of lemon water. “No matter what, as an abandoned child, I’ve done everything I could. There’s nothing left to think about, and there’s no need to keep thinking about it.”

“You can think about me more from now on.” Cheng Boyan pointed at himself.

“I do think about you.” Xiang Xi rested his chin in his hand. “Whenever I remember how heroic you looked catching chickens yesterday, I feel really lucky. Having someone grit his teeth, suffer terribly, and struggle through the mud and chicken feathers with me…”

“It wasn’t that serious,” Cheng Boyan said with a laugh. “If you want to go again next time, we can keep going.”

“Really?” Xiang Xi thought for a moment. “Then next time, let’s rent a strip of farmland. Isn’t growing your own vegetables really popular these days? We can rent a plot and fertilize it ourselves with manure…”

“Hey.” Cheng Boyan looked at him.

“Farmyard manure, pollution-free and completely natural. We can do it behind my master’s tea room; he knows the farmers around there.” Xiang Xi stubbornly finished what he had to say, then clapped his hands. “How about it?”

“Pretty… good,” Cheng Boyan said.

After lunch, Cheng Boyan drove Xiang Xi to the bus stop outside the hospital. “Once you get your ID card, go learn to drive. Then you won’t have to keep waiting for buses.”

“Sure.” Xiang Xi raised an eyebrow. “Then I can pick you up and take you to work every day?”

“Mm.” Cheng Boyan nodded. “We can talk about the car later, but I can start enjoying having a chauffeur.”

“No problem, Boss!” Xiang Xi snapped his fingers and smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared.

Only after watching Xiang Xi get on the bus did Cheng Boyan turn around and return to the hospital. He did not have much to do that afternoon, but there was still a pile of medical records to write.

Sitting in his office, he first spent twenty minutes thinking about Xiang Xi’s failed blood comparison. Only then did he start working. He was afraid that if he thought about it while writing, he would make a mistake in the medical records.

He was not particularly surprised by Xiang Xi’s calm reaction. Whether Xiang Xi had truly come to terms with it or had simply become numb to it, this matter would no longer affect him as deeply as it had several months earlier.

This precocious little boy, who looked as though he did not care about anything, yet was actually so fine-minded and sensitive that it was astonishing, was already able to let go of the past.

Xiang Xi was clever, and he worked hard. Once there was nothing left to hold him back, once he was able to let himself go and run freely, he would certainly run as fast as the wind.

Master Xiang Xi of the tea ceremony?

Cheng Boyan could not help smiling. Although it was rather hard to imagine, it really was quite handsome.

He finished work on time that day and drove to the market. Not a supermarket, but a market.

The largest agricultural produce market in the area. In all his life, Cheng Boyan had probably been there only twice, both times dragged there by his grandmother. He had a deep-seated fear of this place.

Vegetable leaves all over the ground, water, all kinds of chicken feathers and duck feathers…

This was the first time he had voluntarily come to this place. He had come to buy vegetables.

Buy… locusts.

Yes, locusts. He was going to buy locusts.

That evening, he planned to make some fried locusts.

This sort of thing could not usually be found in ordinary markets. He guessed this was probably the only place where he could find them.

He really must have been frightened out of his wits yesterday.

The market was huge. Cheng Boyan did his best to avoid stepping in water and on various unidentifiable bits of filth, but because he also had to keep looking around, he had not even made it halfway around when he already noticed dirty water splashed onto the tops of his shoes.

He was just lowering his head, wondering whether to wipe it off now or wait until he had finished looking around, when someone carrying a box of some unknown thing walked past him and stepped right into the water beside him.

Cheng Boyan watched helplessly as the dirty water splashed onto his trouser leg: three large black drops.

He was caught between wanting to pounce on the person and pick a fight with him, and not wanting to move anymore. After standing there in frustration for several seconds, he straightened up and sighed.

To hell with it! Dirty was dirty! Let it be dirty!

After going around once without finding any locusts, Cheng Boyan had no choice but to enter a grain-and-oil shop and ask for directions. The shopkeeper pointed him toward a certain direction.

He made another half-circle around the market and found the locusts in a corner near the northern exit.

At the same time, he found frogs and a pile of insects he could not make heads or tails of.

“You want locusts?” the shopkeeper asked.

“Mm.” Cheng Boyan answered while staring at the locusts still hopping back and forth inside the cage. “They’re all alive?”

“Of course they’re alive! Alive means fresh!” the shopkeeper said.

“This thing… how do you cook it?” Cheng Boyan asked.

“Deep-fry them. Take them home, scald them in boiling water, then pull off the wings, heads, and whatever else. That’s all you need to do,” the shopkeeper said.

“Scald… pull off?” The moment Cheng Boyan heard that, he felt the challenge was too great. “Do you have any that have already been prepared?”

“I can prepare them for you, but then they’ll cost quite a bit more.” The shopkeeper glanced at him.

“That’s fine, if it’s expensive so be it,” Cheng Boyan said quickly. “Just prepare them for me.”

“Sure. It’s only because there aren’t many customers today. Otherwise I wouldn’t have time to do it for you.” The shopkeeper skillfully took out a small-mesh net. “How many jin?”

“…Just enough for one plate of fried ones. Half a jin?” Cheng Boyan had no idea how much of this stuff he was supposed to buy. “Just give me however much you think is appropriate.”

“Oh, you only want that little, and you still want me to prepare them for you?” The shopkeeper sounded somewhat reluctant.

“If I buy too many, I won’t be able to finish them,” Cheng Boyan said with a frown. “Then one jin?”

“Put them in the refrigerator. When you want to eat them, take them out and fry them. Frozen ones actually turn out even more fragrant and crispy when fried,” the shopkeeper said.

“…All right, then. Two jin.” Cheng Boyan made up his mind.

The man smiled, grabbed several handfuls, then gave the net a shake right in front of him. “Take a look. Is this enough?”

“Fine, fine, fine.” Cheng Boyan turned his head away.

Cheng Boyan walked into the apartment carrying a bag of locusts, his heart pounding with excitement.

Xiang Xi was sitting in the living room watching television. The moment he saw Cheng Boyan come in, he jumped off the sofa and came over to take the things. “What did you buy?”

“Something to eat.” Cheng Boyan handed him the bag. “Don’t look at it yet. I’ll make it tonight, and when you come back from Yunshui, it’ll be just in time for a late-night snack.”

“A late-night snack? How mysterious.” Xiang Xi squeezed the bag a little. “What is—”

“Don’t squeeze it!” Cheng Boyan shouted. “…Don’t squeeze it. Just put it in the refrigerator.”

“Oh.” Xiang Xi nodded. He obediently stopped squeezing it and did not investigate further. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Let’s have noodles,” Cheng Boyan said. “Tomato and egg noodles?”

“Sure.” Xiang Xi agreed. There was not much time before dinner, so he did not continue arguing with Cheng Boyan about it.

Although Xiang Xi thought about cooking every day and would find all sorts of faults with the things Cheng Boyan cooked, when it actually came time to eat, he was not picky at all. Every time, no matter how terrible the food tasted, he would calmly and naturally finish it all, and he ate quite a lot.

Cheng Boyan watched Xiang Xi eating his noodles with his head lowered. Sometimes it was precisely this side of Xiang Xi’s personality that made him feel especially sorry for him, and made him especially fond of him.

Today’s noodles were once again so bad that even Cheng Boyan himself was unwilling to eat them, yet Xiang Xi lowered his head and finished an entire large bowl.

“Too awful for you to eat yourself again?” Xiang Xi looked up at the half bowl of noodles still left in Cheng Boyan’s bowl. “Shall I eat them?”

“Mm.” Cheng Boyan nodded. “Want to add some salt?”

“No need. Even salt can’t save it.” Xiang Xi spoke as he ate. “This kind of awfulness is in its very bones; a few grains of salt are far too weak to do anything about it.”

Cheng Boyan watched him and laughed for quite a while.

“Don’t make noodles for the late-night snack tonight,” Xiang Xi added.

“I won’t make noodles,” Cheng Boyan said. “I think you’ll like what I make.”

That day, Cheng Boyan only drove Xiang Xi to the back entrance of Yunshui and did not go inside with him.

Xiang Xi was a little reluctant to part with him. He leaned against the car door and touched his arm. “Why aren’t you coming in? Do you think it’s too expensive? Ask Boss Peng to give you a discount.”

“I just don’t want to run into her.” Cheng Boyan touched the tip of his nose. “I can’t be bothered to force a conversation when there’s nothing to say.”

“Her…” Xiang Xi narrowed his eyes slightly. “All right, then. I don’t want to see you talking to her either, especially while smiling.”

“Have Hu Hai take you home tonight.” Cheng Boyan looked around, saw that no one was nearby, then leaned over and kissed him. “The late-night snack I’m preparing for you has to be made and eaten fresh. It won’t taste good if it sits around too long.”

“Can’t you just make it after I get home?” Xiang Xi frowned.

“No. I want to give you a surprise.” Cheng Boyan smiled. “Call me when you’re coming out, so I can time it properly.”

“All right.” Xiang Xi clicked his tongue. “Then I’ll have Hai-ge take me home.”

“Don’t provoke me.” Cheng Boyan flicked him lightly on the tip of his nose. “Otherwise, don’t blame me if I deal with you tonight.”

“Oh, wow.” Xiang Xi laughed and bounced a couple of times. “This person is so vengeful. How terrifying!”

That day, Xiang Xi was performing together with Old Lu. Xiang Xi performed first, followed by Old Lu.

As usual, Hu Hai had prepared different pieces for Xiang Xi. Last time, they had been Fireworks easily cool and The Leekspin Song. This time there would probably be two pieces as well. He began with A Chinese Ghost Story.

(NT: from the 1987 Hong Kong film A Chinese Ghost Story, starring Leslie Cheung and Joey Wong. 倩女幽魂 (電影《倩女幽魂》主題曲) )

Xiang Xi quite liked this song. It was nostalgic, and he hummed along quietly and contentedly in his heart. When it was time to serve the tea, Hu Hai suddenly changed the music. After a string of majestic, imposing notes, Xiang Xi froze for a moment and suddenly felt as though he had travelled through time. He had the distinct feeling that in the next second he would draw a long sword from behind his back.

After a few lines, some of the tea-drinking customers applauded.

A Laugh from the Sea. As Xiang Xi poured out the tea, he glanced toward Hu Hai. This song sounded so good when played like this…

(NT: From the 1990 Hong Kong wuxia film The Swordsman, based on Jin Yong’s novel The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. 沧海一声笑（笑傲江湖）mv swordman 2000 ).

After Xiang Xi finished his performance, he returned to the lounge. Hu Hai was still playing A Laugh from the Sea. Old Lu looked at him with a smile and said, “You two really know how to have fun.”

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Xiang Xi said, somewhat embarrassed. “I thought this piece suited you quite well.”

“Then you don’t understand.” Old Lu said, “This needs that jianghu spirit. I don’t have it; you do. A piece like this needs someone like you to give it that presence… Kid, you can graduate from your apprenticeship now.”

“Don’t!” Xiang Xi immediately grabbed Old Lu’s arm. “You can’t just send me off like this! We agreed this was an internship.”

“Don’t want to make money?” Old Lu whispered into his ear, laughing as he spoke. “You can make quite a bit. I just have to say something to Xiao Peng. She already likes your style quite a lot.”

“Money…” Xiang Xi felt that even ten years from now, he might still love money just as much. The moment he heard the word “money,” he immediately became less resolute. It was practically damaging to his handsome image, but so what? He was handsome enough anyway. “I do still really like money…”

Old Lu slapped him on the shoulder and burst out laughing. “I just like how straightforward you are! You don’t put on airs or pretend!”

“Then if I officially start working, will Hai-ge still be with me?” Xiang Xi asked somewhat anxiously.

“Of course he’ll be with you. Xiao Peng specifically hired him. Did you think he was accompanying me?” Old Lu said with a laugh. “I’ll still come too, so don’t be nervous.”

Xiang Xi immediately relaxed when he heard that.

That day, Peng Yunfan had something to discuss with Old Lu, so Hu Hai took Xiang Xi home first.

Xiang Xi called Cheng Boyan, then spent the entire journey telling Hu Hai about his ID card, as though he had obtained some priceless treasure and was eager to show it off to everyone he knew.

Hu Hai kept smiling without saying anything, quietly listening to him.

“Am I being pretty silly, ge?” Xiang Xi said after talking for a while, scratching his head.

“Not silly at all. The way you put it, I even feel like I want to put my own ID card in a frame and hang it on the wall,” Hu Hai said.

Xiang Xi giggled happily again.

Hu Hai drove all the way downstairs. Xiang Xi opened the car door. “Thanks, ge.”

“Don’t mention it.” Hu Hai looked at him, hesitated, then asked, “You live together with Doctor Cheng?”

“…Mm.” Xiang Xi also hesitated before nodding.

“Boyfriend?” Hu Hai asked.

Xiang Xi froze. Holding onto the car door, he stood there for a long moment before somewhat dazedly nodding again.

“I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just that day… when he came to pick you up.” Hu Hai cleared his throat. “I happened to see it from upstairs… so I just asked.”

“Oh… ah!” Xiang Xi’s entire face suddenly flushed red.

“That’s good. It’s a good thing to have someone you like.” Hu Hai smiled. “Go upstairs. You still have another performance on Friday. Don’t forget.”

When Xiang Xi stepped out of the elevator, he still felt as though he had not quite recovered. He had been completely unprepared when Hu Hai brought up the matter, and even less expected that Hu Hai had already seen him and Cheng Boyan openly kissing and putting their arms around each other downstairs at the tea house.

Although Hu Hai’s calm attitude—as though he were simply saying, “That’s your girlfriend”—had touched him deeply, Xiang Xi still kicked the door viciously, intending to demand an explanation.

It was all that old lecher’s fault!

“You didn’t bring your key?” Cheng Boyan came over and opened the door.

“You…” At the very moment the door opened, Xiang Xi caught the smell of fried food. He immediately put aside his plan to demand an explanation. “You fried something? Deep-fried?”

“Mm. It’s already done.” There was still sweat on Cheng Boyan’s forehead. “Wash your hands and you can eat.”

“Wait, you deep-fried something? Deep-frying is your mortal enemy, isn’t it? You actually deep-fried something?” Xiang Xi quickly changed his shoes. “What did you fry? You didn’t burn it, did you? It smells like you didn’t burn it…”

“Go wash your hands.” Cheng Boyan smiled.

Xiang Xi ran to the kitchen and washed his hands, then lifted the cover on the counter beside him.

Then Cheng Boyan heard him shout, “Dad!”

“How is it?” Cheng Boyan walked into the kitchen and stood behind him. “It’s something you love to eat, right?”

Xiang Xi slowly turned his head and stared at him for a long time. “Have I… not cried in a long time?”

“Not really. I feel like you cry all the time.” Cheng Boyan smiled and lightly hooked a finger under his chin. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to cry,” Xiang Xi said, his voice instantly becoming nasal with emotion.

“Cry after you’ve eaten,” Cheng Boyan said.

“No. I want to cry right now.” Xiang Xi looked at him.

Cheng Boyan smiled and reached out to pull him into his arms. “Then cry.”

 

Translator : DarNan