Ding Ding knew nothing about the series of events at the Flower Nursery.
He had always thought there was plenty of time ahead, that the little stretches of time he missed did not matter. He had never expected a brief absence to mean missing so much.
Little Bai had behaved as usual these past few days. Nothing had seemed wrong.
Perhaps something had been, but Ding Ding, who wanted to fall into a dead sleep the moment he got home, might have overlooked it all.
They clearly lived under the same roof, yet they were together only in appearance, drifting apart at heart. Ding Ding could not muster the energy to ask what had happened that day, while Bai Congming felt bad about how exhausted he was and refused to say anything.
As this went on, distance inevitably grew between them.
Ding Ding kept thinking everything would be fine once this busy spell passed, but one spell followed another, one day dragged into the next, and somehow things had ended up like this.
-He had missed so much and left Little Bai to bear so much alone.
The long street was deserted. Ding Ding walked down it alone and, after a long while, exhaled a weary breath.
Someone as kind as Little Bai certainly would not blame him, but Ding Ding was especially good at taking other people's faults upon himself, and he felt terribly guilty.
By the time he got home, Zheng Xixi had already left. Bai Congming sat in the courtyard, holding a sheet of paper and grinning foolishly.
Ding Ding watched from the doorway for a while. Only after the dark cloud overhead had dispersed did he shut the door and rest his head on Bai Congming's shoulder.
"Brother Ding!"
No matter when it was, or what