"Why are you crying?"
"Does it hurt somewhere? What's your name? Where is your home?"
"Are you also looking for your mommy and daddy?"
"Stop crying!"
"Such a big person still crying, how embarrassing! I've known not to cry in front of others since I was three! ...Stop crying, I'll show you something nice!"
The little witch's incessant chatter echoed in Zheng Qing's ears. The young scholarship student raised his arm, covering his eyes for a long time, until no more tears seeped through the gaps between his fingers, and a radiant smile bloomed on his lips.
"Why did you suddenly start laughing?" Zhu Si's uneasy voice rang out again: "...suddenly crying and then suddenly laughing, you really do seem like a lunatic from the legends."
Zheng Qing lowered his hands from his eyes, revealing slightly reddened rims.
"You don't know who I am?" he asked, attempting to sit up, with a hoarse voice.
