"A Si." Qi Wang's voice sounded above him.
Qi Si stiffened all over, not daring to look up.
Like a little turtle retreating into its shell, thinking that if he hid himself away, no one could touch his softest part.
But the person before him was not a stranger. He was the older brother who had raised him since childhood.
Though Qi Si was no longer sure whether he was truly his brother.
From the very beginning, he had been someone who should never have existed.
"A Si, what are you doing here?" Qi Wang asked.
Qi Si did not move.
Qi Wang did not urge him, merely gazing steadily at the child on the ground.
After a long while, Qi Si's muffled voice came from the crook of his arms.
"Brother, why don't you call me Dun Dun anymore?"
Qi Wang paused slightly, then answered after a moment, "Didn't you say you didn't like me calling you that?"
Qi Si froze at those words, as though he had finally dug that fragment out from some remote corner of his memories.
Then, half crying and half laughing, he said, "Right. I did say that I didn't like it... Heh..."
"A Si..."
"But you..." Why did Dun Dun roll off his tongue so naturally? They clearly used the same body, so why did he distinguish between them so clearly?
Qi Si opened his mouth, but the words that followed caught in his sobbing throat, impossible to ask.
In truth, they both understood.
He knew very well who Qi Wang saw in his eyes now.
Qi Wang understood him, and likewise, he did not understand Qi Wang so little.
There were many people in Qi Wang's world, but for him, setting aside the inexplicable feelings the primary personality had forced upon him,