Wind quickly ran to bring me my luggage, respectfully handing it to me. I checked it; nothing was missing, not even the silver. I made a face at him: “You’d better behave!” Wind smiled at me again, and just seeing his smile gave me a headache. Where had I seen this smile before? Feeling annoyed, I took it out on him, “Hey, you’ll pay for breakfast later!”
Wind obediently nodded: “Yes, of course.” He smiled again! My head hurt, “Don’t smile! Your smile makes me uncomfortable! My head is about to split!” Wind was stunned for a moment, then immediately suppressed that headache-inducing smile, cheerfully agreeing: “Okay!”
The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. Who was he? Where had I seen him before?
After spending several days with Wind, I noticed his peculiar habits. He was a clean freak, always disinfecting bowls and chopsticks before eating and washing his hands multiple times. He would bathe twice a day if possible or at least change clothes. His baths were long enough that I worried he might wash his skin off. Stranger still, Wind seemed to understand my dislike of repetition and never made me repeat myself. Someone who understood my habits so well must be someone I knew.
But… who was he exactly?
I propped my chin on my hand, staring at Wind, lost in thought, even the delicious food unable to disturb my musings. Wind put down his chopsticks and waved his hand in front of me, “Xiao Han? What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? No appetite?” I snapped back to reality and shook my head: “No, no, just eat!” Wind always seemed a bit afraid of me. If I said one thing, he never dared say two.
If I told him to go east, he never dared go west, though sometimes he could be quite cocky.
Huh? Wait, cocky? Didn’t I use this word for Mo Ran? I’ve known very few people since arriving here, with even fewer I’ve spent time with. The Yama King Dad, Jade Emperor Dad, and Elder Ling were old enough to be ancestors, so definitely not. So cocky, with such a sunny smile – it couldn’t be Shang.
