In the dead of night, Fang Lele, who had promised just hours earlier that he absolutely wouldn't wander off, pulled open the tightly shut door, soaked to the skin.
The warmth lingering inside washed over him. He shivered instinctively, then looked up in a daze and realized he was home.
Outside the window, everything was quiet and peaceful.
Fang Lele ducked into the bathroom for a hot shower, changed into the new pajamas Cheng Yue had bought him, and burrowed under the covers to sleep like the dead.
His mother had taught him that no matter how big a problem was, he needed to eat well and get enough sleep. There was no need to force himself to make sense of something he couldn't understand, and no amount of thinking would make something his if it wasn't meant for him.
Just before his thoughts drifted away, he suddenly forgot why he had come to Capital City.
A few seconds later.
Oh, he'd simply wanted to see this city that held both the moon and sixpence.
Capital City was bustling, but it wasn't for him.
Fang Lele closed his eyes and gently rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow.
Good night. Goodbye.
After a night of fierce resistance, Cheng Yue finally managed to secure a day off for himself.
He opened his eyes before eight that morning, quickly washed up, put on a practical, comfortable outdoor jacket and a black baseball cap, and rushed straight to Splendid China Garden.
Then he hauled the soundly sleeping Fang Lele out from under the covers. Half an hour later, they began their whirlwind day of sightseeing.
Both were young, strong men, especially Fang Lele, who climbed the Fragrant Hills without even looking winded and still strode briskly along the Great Wall afterward.
Breathing