Pale skin, a pair of clear and bright peach blossom eyes.

A high nose bridge, lightly pink lips, as beautiful as cherry blossoms.

He was carrying two bags in his hands, filled with some fruits and similar items.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window lattice, filling the entire living room.

Beside the window, he had built a bookshelf as tall as the ceiling, filled with various documents and books from ancient and modern times, from home and abroad.

Beside the bookshelf was a step ladder.

The sunlight had already been blocked slightly as it reached the professor’s position, placing his silhouette half in light and half in shadow.

But the person at the doorway stood in a contrasting spot.

The golden sunlight poured at the doorway, as if coating the person’s body with a layer of golden light.

As if in his dark life, there appeared a person full of light, driving away inch by inch the darkness here.

The person who came was Huo Qi.

But at this moment, he was nothing like his previous drunken or erratic self, as if he had completely transformed into another person.

Or rather, this was his most genuine self.

The two just looked at each other like that, and at some moment, silence spoke louder than words.

There was no need for any words anymore.

It’s unclear who spoke first, or who looked away first.

In any case, Huo Qi had already stepped in, and as he walked in and placed the fruits on the dining table in the open kitchen, he said slowly:

"What were you doing just now, getting so angry at a girl, it’s not like you."

Clearly, he knew everything that had happened just now, and he had heard it too.

Xiao Yixing didn’t chase this point, but stared at him unblinkingly and suddenly said: "Not like me? Then what am I like?"

In his eyes, what am I like?

Huo Qi walked towards him, his gaze touching his braced leg, then discreetly shifting away, walking over to pick up the broom that had fallen on the ground.

Then, near him, he carefully swept up the shattered pieces of the vase on the floor.

While Xiao Yixing just watched his every move.

His gaze never once left.

Huo Qi said slowly:

"All I know is, the real you wouldn’t casually vent your anger on a vase. What you did just now was just to deliberately drive that girl away, wasn’t it?"

With these words, Xiao Yixing finally looked away and scoffed coldly: "You finally understood."

Huo Qi slightly raised an eyebrow: "At least the professor I know, likes to keep things to himself, though he’s smart and meticulous, he’s not that mean and harsh, but rather someone gentle and dignified."

He spoke each word very seriously.

Xiao Yixing: "..."

This time, he didn’t speak but turned his wheelchair completely around, his back to Huo Qi.

No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Huo Qi finished sweeping up the vase shards from the floor and put them in a bag, saying: "I know someone who restores artifacts, why don’t I have him fix this vase for you?"

But Xiao Yixing, hearing this, turned his head slightly and said:

"No need, a broken mirror is hard to mend, and so is a vase. Even if it’s repaired, it can’t go back to how it used to be."

He spoke slowly.

Huo Qi’s eyes drooped slightly, a flicker in his eyes, and finally, he said:

"Then why not try to embrace the new look of things? At any time, people or things, they all have a new state belonging to the present. People, too, can’t live in the past."

Xiao Yixing: "..."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The expression on his face was a bit subtle. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He seemed to be thinking, could these words really have come from Huo Qi’s mouth??

Does he have the IQ for it?

He started to have a slightly different view of him, but the next second, he heard Huo Qi speak again:

"By the way, professor, about the night before last, I’m sorry."

He seemed to say exactly the wrong thing, causing Xiao Yixing’s face to change immediately.

He turned his face away and spat out a few words: "Shut up!"

Huo Qi’s lips moved, words on the verge of spilling out but swallowed back.

Forget it, since he didn’t want to mention that day, he wouldn’t bring it up again.

Just treat that day as if nothing happened.

However, after he cleaned up the mess on the floor, he couldn’t help but ask: "That old man that day, was he your father?"

His gaze flickered somewhat as he looked over.

With these words, Xiao Yixing shot a cold look over: "What else would he be?"

This question was redundant.

That day, he clearly heard the man call him son.

Huo Qi awkwardly rubbed his nose, giving a dry laugh, his previous forthrightness vanished, replaced by awkwardness.

After cleaning up, he stood there not knowing what to do.

Since Xiao Yixing didn’t speak, he dared not move around or sit down unnecessarily.

But speaking up was worse than remaining silent.

Xiao Yixing: "You’ve delivered your stuff, cleaned the floor, why aren’t you leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qi’s eyes widened: "Hey, no, Xiao Yixing, you..."

He said this, pointing at him then at himself, incredulously raising his eyebrow: "Using me and then kicking me out?"

Xiao Yixing turned his wheelchair, not giving him a glance, heading towards the bedroom, coolly saying: "Who was it that said that if he came to find me again, he’d take my last name."

"Hey, I..."

Huo Qi was rendered speechless by his words, his face turning red and white with shame. Yet as he walked away, he still caught up to him.

"Wait, wait up, Xiao Yixing, let’s clarify things, what on earth is our relationship?"

Huo Qi chased after him.

In the bedroom, the room was clean and tidy, with few items placed, all arranged in size order—a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"What do you mean by ’what relationship’!" His tone was cold.

Huo Qi grew anxious, gritting his teeth: "Xiao Yixing, stop playing dumb and pretending...ah—!"

In the bedroom, there was also a carpet. While chasing him, Huo Qi didn’t notice the carpet underfoot, stumbled, stepped on his own foot, and toppled towards Xiao Yixing’s wheelchair.

With a loud shout, the neat and tidy room instantly became—chaotic...!

With a crash, the wheelchair toppled to the ground.

As he fell, his hand hastily grabbed something in the air, resulting in pulling the neatly made bed covers into disarray.

And he also slammed onto someone.

Xiao Yixing grunted, his face turned pale, clearly not looking well.