Prince Huang Zhi laughed: “You’ve seen it before. What’s the rush?”
Before he could finish, a wind blew, and the curtain rolled up – revealing the chair was completely empty.
Chaos erupted. Officials following the Prince’s procession changed color, everyone frantically searching. Ming Lang looked around, joining the search.
In the midst of the anxious searching, someone lightly tapped his shoulder. Turning, he saw someone standing behind him.
The person called out “Senior Brother”.
In that instant of eye contact, a Buddhist kalpa passed in Shakyamuni’s world. In each other’s eyes, they saw the rolling of sun and moon, life and death.
The east wind stirred light water droplets on lotus leaves.
Past and present suddenly broke through a floating dream, worldly tribulations ended, all previous events returning.
So-called karmic connections are merely all beings turning back to look, just as that person smiled.
“Oh.”
Luo Ying Bai took a deep breath, the corner of his mouth rising: “Xian Ning!”
Without honey water’s sweetness melting between their lips, Xia Xianning held his head and kissed him, sunlight streaming through the window gently caressing his back, warm and slightly itchy, as if encouraging more.
Luo Yingbai blocked Xia Xianning’s hand, pinching his cheeks and pulling them apart, lazily laughing: “Just for a drink of water, you want me to sell myself?”
Xia Xianning’s eyes held a smile, so he didn’t continue, picking up the cup nearby: “If one sip isn’t enough, there’s more.”
Luo Yingbai made a “tsk” sound, snatched the cup, and gulped it down in one breath, finally satisfied.
Xia Xianning grabbed his foot, frowning: “Your foot is so cold, why aren’t you wearing socks?”
Luo Yingbai, feeling slightly ticklish from his grip, laughed: “Forgot, I’ll put them on later.”
Xia Xianning said: “Where? I’ll get them.”
Before Luo Yingbai could respond, the phone on the coffee table rang.
Xia Xianning picked up the phone: “Hello?”
“Cousin…” Gou Songze recognized Xia Xianning’s voice and changed his words, “Xianning ge? Are you with my cousin?”
Xia Xianning: “Mm, what’s up?”
“Haha, nothing, nothing.”
Luo Yingbai: “Give it to me.”
Xia Xianning handed over the phone, but the other end had already hung up.
Luo Yingbai: “…What was that about?”
