Yu Qiu was taken aback and instinctively touched his face but accidentally brushed against Xuan Yun’s fingers. They felt cool, and Yu Qiu quickly withdrew his hand, still unable to speak, when he suddenly heard a rumble.
“Growl—”
Yu Qiu paused and looked down at his stomach.
Xuan Yun burst into laughter, “Brother, you haven’t eaten, huh?”
Yu Qiu felt a bit embarrassed, “I already ate… just not much.”
“I happen to know how to cook,” Xuan Yun stood up, “Let me make something for you.”
Yu Qiu didn’t stop him, and Xuan Yun went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find it empty, with only a box of milk standing alone inside.
“…”
Yu Qiu said, “See, ‘bare walls and an empty house,’ there’s nothing to eat.”
“Oh,” Xuan Yun closed the fridge door, “Then how about you come to my place?”
“No need,” Yu Qiu said, “I’m trying to lose weight.”
“You want to lose weight when you’re already so skinny?” Xuan Yun said, “No way, why don’t you come to my place for meals in the future? Although I’m not a great cook, it’s definitely better than going hungry.”
“No need…” Yu Qiu said.
“That’s settled!” Xuan Yun interrupted him, “If you come over, I won’t have to eat alone. It’s a great idea.”
“Okay…” Yu Qiu sighed with relief and smiled helplessly.
Xuan Yun sat back down and finished the watermelon.
He suddenly said, “Qiu Ge, you haven’t given me that book yet.”
Yu Qiu put down his fork and stood up, “Wait, I’ll get it for you.”
Yu Qiu walked to the study, picked up the book, and unconsciously exerted force, his nails turning white. He struggled internally but ultimately sighed.
He handed the thick book to Xuan Yun, “The writing is lousy, don’t laugh when you read it.”
“Definitely!” Xuan Yun took it and examined the fountain pen writing on it, sincerely saying, “Gege, your handwriting is really nice.”
“Thank you.”
“Handwriting reflects a person’s character,” Xuan Yun said, “Do you believe in that?”
“I dare not speak for everyone,” Yu Qiu said softly, “but I believe that it does for me.”
The open window brought in a breeze, cooling them down. Their hair was tousled, and Xuan Yun twitched his nose, feeling that the smell of smoke wasn’t as strong anymore.
“Snap—”
The light suddenly illuminated the room, and Xuan Yun squinted his eyes as he entered.
He still held the novel in his hand.
Xuan Yun glanced at the messy living room—everything was scattered around, with coats thrown everywhere, an unfinished cola can on the coffee table, and fast-food boxes piled up in the corner, which he had forgotten to throw away.
He had no intention of dealing with it now; he simply collected his coat.
Underneath the coat, something else caught his eye.
A book.
Xuan Yun paused for a moment, wedging “The Boundless City” under his arm, and picked up the book.
The book seemed to have been flipped through many times, with the cover a bit curled, but he could still clearly read the title.
“Your Rose.”
Under the title were three small characters.
Written by Yu Qiu.
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