Last time, Qi Sijing had enjoyed himself a little too much, driving Lin Xingye to board a flight overseas behind his back in a fit of anger and head straight for Cheng Yu.
Come to think of it, they had not seen each other for a while. Lin Xingye really did miss him.
The weather over there was rather cold. Lin Xingye wore a scarf with his face buried in it, his soft black hair smooth as silk, looking especially endearing.
The young foreign man sitting beside him had already stolen countless glances at him.
When they were almost halfway through the journey, the young man finally gave in and greeted Lin Xingye.
Lin Xingye blinked his big, round eyes, their upturned corners breathtakingly pretty. He looked blankly at the handsome young man before him and shook his head.
"Hello. I don't understand."
[Not English, but another foreign language.]
The young man paused, looking a little bewildered, then greeted him again in broken Chinese.
Only then did Lin Xingye understand what he meant. "Hello. I'm not looking to make friends. I'm going to visit a friend."
Lin Xingye rarely got acquainted with people whose language he did not speak. It made him feel so awkward, and communicating was... rather embarrassing, too.
Lin Xingye, who was uneducated and had never studied properly, shyly scratched his cheek.
William always spoke Chinese with them. He had almost forgotten that people in William's country did not speak his language.
The young man could see the rejection in Lin Xingye's eyes, too. He sighed regretfully and did not try to keep the conversation going.
Lin Xingye breathed a sigh of relief, curled back into his seat, and drifted off to sleep.
"Star, Star? Star..."
Lin Xingye stared into the darkness before him. It felt as