Su Ming'an looked up and saw a pair of deep green eyes, like jade.
"Hui Bei, you're here too," Su Ming'an said.
Hui Bei was slightly startled and smiled, "Yes."
He was holding a doll in his arms, wearing a gentle smile that seemed out of place. Among everyone who was restless, Hui Bei was like a clear stream.
"Isn't Pudding here yet?" Su Ming'an asked.
"There are too many people; I couldn't find her," Hui Bei said with a smile.
"What's that in your arms?" Su Ming'an pointed.
Hui Bei looked down at the doll, "Oh, it's just a hobby. I hope you don't mind a grown man liking dolls. I always feel that these humanoid creations have a unique beauty in their making, companionship, and eventual destruction."
"Oh." Su Ming'an didn't mind, as there had long been people who liked dolls.
"...By the way, would you like a doll that looks like you?" Hui Bei suddenly asked.
"I'll... pass," Su Ming'an said.
Hui Bei narrowed his eyes, his smile unchanged.
