Qin Zhan leaned against the car and lit a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of white smoke with each breath. Hearing Bi Xia's words, Qin Zhan chuckled and turned to look at Bi Xia, "If I said I didn't know either, would you believe me?"
"I would," Bi Xia opened his eyes and looked at Qin Zhan, "Having a reason for everything you do would just be boring and old-fashioned."
Qin Zhan was slightly taken aback as he deeply gazed at the frail and small boy sitting on the car roof. The boy's dazzling star-like eyes, which outshone the night sky, glittered with endless brilliance.
Qin Zhan suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Bi Xia. The boy, who looked so fragile that he might be blown away by the wind, surprisingly harbored unimaginable strength within his body.
Every meeting with the boy seemed to witness his growth, always bringing unexpected admiration and insights.
