Distance doesn’t matter now; as they spend more time together, their affection is sure to return. He firmly believed...
"Brother Han Feng is really amazing."
Bai Zhi smiled faintly, not commenting on whether that was good or bad. She wasn’t really familiar with Han Feng, so hanging out was probably not a good idea.
"How has Xingxing been these past years?"
It wasn’t without disappointment, but Han Feng kept telling himself that Xingxing was just nervous and distant because they hadn’t seen each other for many years, and that it would get better. They had depended on each other once—it was impossible that there were no feelings left.
Even though he had heard things from Aunt Niu, he still wanted to hear it from Xingxing himself, just like in the past.
Bai Zhi picked up a stick and poked at the fire, not really for any reason, just out of habit, liking the feeling of watching the flames. She occasionally took a bite of potato.
"I’ve been doing very well. I’m living with my grandfather now—he’s really good to me, and so is my aunt. I don’t have to do any chores and it’s not too exhausting. I’m very happy now. How about you, Brother Han Feng?"
Bai Zhi felt very happy now and believed that the future would be even happier; all the hardships were behind her, and only sweetness remained in her life.
Han Feng’s gaze drifted to the distant sky, his eyes gaining depth.
"I’ve always missed the starry sky here; it looks especially beautiful. When I first left, I didn’t understand anything. Everyone called me a fool."
"That’s not true," Bai Zhi unconsciously argued, "Brother Han Feng, you just react a bit slowly, but your eyes are especially clear and beautiful."
That made the original owner unwittingly trust him enough to express all his unease and unhappiness.
Although now, Han Feng seemed very gentle, he was not the same as before; there was much more in his eyes.
"Xingxing, you used to say that too." Han Feng was especially happy to hear this, because Bai Zhi had said the same thing before.
That kind of wholehearted trust made him cry; he realized that he too was needed.
Back then, Han Feng really looked shabby, dirty, with messy hair that sometimes even got matted.
It was Bai Zhi who took him to wash his hair, carefully washing it for him. When he ran around, Bai Zhi would call him back home. That time, in fact, was what Han Feng felt was the most beautiful.
"I’m telling the truth, Brother Han Feng. You’ve always been wonderful. Keep it up. These past two years must have been tough, right?"
Bai Zhi thought that perhaps it was Han Feng’s purity that made it possible for him to get better. The job at the post office was indeed a good one—a secure job for the future.
Aunt Han must have hoped for this too. Back then, she often hoped Han Feng could take care of himself.
"Yeah, it’s been tough."
Of course, it was tough. He had to quickly finish many tasks and the daily routine was very demanding, but he persisted because he wanted to return; he had to come back.
"When I first went, it was very tough. Every day the doctors would inject my brain, perform surgeries, then later take medication. Probably about forty pills a meal."
Han Feng mentioned the quantity of the medicine, making Bai Zhi gasp—it was definitely more than she could have managed.
"Later, they arranged a school for me. My daily schedule was packed from five in the morning to midnight, with someone always watching over my eating and sleeping. My grandfather said he hoped I wouldn’t end up useless. So, I came back..."