He and Qin Manyi weren't close.
Just as he had told Doctor Xi, their relationship as siblings wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.
The two had never had a heart-to-heart-or rather, that was entirely down to Qin Manjiang.
Even with Li Xijiu, his closest friend, he had never opened up.
It wasn't some unspoken understanding, either. Qin Manjiang simply didn't know what was going on in his own heart.
It sounded laughable, but throughout his life, everyone from his teachers and classmates to his family and friends had asked him what he wanted to do, what kind of person he wanted to become.
But when Qin Manjiang searched his own heart, he reached an absurd conclusion-
He had no dreams.
Everyone in this world seemed to have something they wanted to do, someone they liked, to some degree.
Whether near or far, big or small, even rushing home to catch a cartoon airing at six sharp was a tiny source of joy.
But that joy didn't exist for Qin Manjiang.
Before he made friends with the relentlessly persistent Li Xijiu, he had always been a "lone wolf."
In the past, he would always lie on the grass after school at dusk and gaze up at the sky. His gloomy, faintly mysterious air easily made him the focus of the girls' conversations.
They guessed that he was someone with a story, that he must love dusk and the evening breeze.
But no one knew that he was merely letting his mind go blank.
He lay on the grass neither to admire the dusk and setting sun nor because he had some unique insight.
He simply lay there, with green grass beneath him and a sky awash with sunset colors overhead.
Not for anything at all. Just like his life, he