The years in London rolled one after the other until the last year of their college arrived in a breeze. Even so, there was only one man throughout the years whom Xie Zi Han fairly considered as his friend from the beginning to end.
As he entered his room one day as usual, he found that it was cloaked with darkness. He switched on the lights and saw Yang Cheng cooped up in his bed with his back facing him. Xie Zi Han stood before his bed in silence. Then dropped his bag stuffed with heavy medical textbooks right on his sleeping head.
"Breathe! Breathe! Cannot breathe!"
Xie Zi Han calmly lifted his bag while Yang Cheng woke up with a red, puffed face. He said breathlessly. "You want to kill me or something? I thought we were best friends!"
"What are you brooding over?"
"Is this your way of expressing your concern for me?"
