On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.
Zhou Li, now twenty years old, didn't feel the slightest bit panicked. He was still a young man, and after getting to know Brother Nan, his mental age had been gradually decreasing. This year, he was even more childish than the last. At the very least, he would have to wait a few more years to feel that the effects of time on his growth weren't always positive, and to feel what time was taking away from him. Right now, he was still in a process where every passing second brought something new. This was especially true during the days he spent with Brother Nan, days filled with a faint fragrance and a subtle sweetness.
「Noon.」
Zhou Li had just finished lunch at Baozi's Home.
Baozi quietly moved next to him and, in a rare gesture, sat close, whispering tentatively, "Cousin, I heard you're going to Chengjiang this afternoon?"
"Do you want to go as well?"
"Ah, how did you know!"
"Otherwise, you wouldn't call me Cousin."
