Jiang Chiyan's forehead was still a little hot.
He weakly raised his hand, and the black chain around his wrist gave a series of clear clinks.
Jiang Chiyan smiled bitterly.
Da Bai detected the fluctuation in his emotions and asked, "Master, are you unhappy because you're chained up?"
Jiang Chiyan nodded, then shook his head. "I'm fine. As long as he's Xiao Cheng, I don't mind whether he chains me up or imprisons me, but..."
"Da Bai, I feel guilty."
Da Bai didn't understand. "Why do you feel guilty?"
Jiang Chiyan hooked the chain with his fingertip, thought for a moment, and said very seriously, "Ultimately, he chains me up because he's afraid of losing me. He doesn't feel secure."
"I haven't given him enough security. I... haven't been good enough to him."
Jiang Chiyan had always known...
Xiao Cheng's heart was sick.
And he was Xiao Cheng's medicine.
Da Bai asked again, "Then, Master... how do you want to be good to Master Xiao Cheng? By letting him keep you chained up like this?"
"No." Jiang Chiyan shook his head. "That would only make the darkness in his heart grow. Da Bai, what I want to bring him is sunshine, not darkness."
Da Bai said nothing.
Jiang Chiyan fell silent for a while. Seeming to feel that this topic was too heavy as well, he smiled and said to Da Bai, "Play me a song."
Da Bai immediately projected a song list onto the bedroom wall. "Master, please choose a song."
Jiang Chiyan took a look.
All 132 songs were Xiao Cheng's.
Some were songs he had written, and others were songs he had originally performed.
Jiang Chiyan said, "Give me something fresh."
Over the past six years, he had played every one of Xiao Cheng's songs and albums