"Ji Ear, are you cold?"
"No, you put a scarf on me. What about you? Are you cold?"
"I'm bundled up nice and thick. I'm not cold at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yanzhi thought he heard Ji Ting laugh. He turned to look at him. "What is it? What are you laughing at?"
"This conversation feels very familiar."
Ji Yanzhi's lips curved too. "Was it with your aunt?"
"Yes."
As Ji Yanzhi pedaled, a thought suddenly popped into his head. "I suddenly feel like I'm raising a son."
It wasn't just at moments like this. When Ji Ting was being cute, when he looked bewildered, when Ji Yanzhi held him in his arms and fussed over him, it all felt like raising a son.
"But besides being my son, you used to be my brother, and now you're my lover." As he spoke, Ji Yanzhi felt his chest fill to bursting. "It's like I have the whole world."
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds before Ji Ting said out of nowhere, "I feel that way too."
Ji Yanzhi faltered, incredulous. "...What?"
Thinking he was asking a serious question, Ji Ting answered just as seriously. "Sometimes I feel like you're my son too."
When Ji Yanzhi had said it, it had been tender, but perhaps because of his pride as the older one, hearing Ji Ting say it felt wrong no matter how he listened to it.
He frowned and turned his head. "When have I ever been like your son?"
"When you're being clingy, when you're being unreasonable, and when you're being awkward and childish." Ji Ting gave him a thorough summary. "Just like a child. You don't need understanding, just unconditional indulgence."
Ji Yanzhi's lips parted. He wanted to say something, but