"I can't afford any mistakes."
"Otherwise..."
"...he really won't recognize me."
In the car, Hua Hua muttered to himself, eyes closed, mumbling, with his head resting on Ling Yin's lap. The tall figure was curled up, almost taking over the entire seat, forcing Ling Yin into a small space at the edge of the car.
The city lights began to twinkle, dazzling.
Vancouver!
This is a city full of stories.
Just like the speeding car, just like the diverse people outside, everyone's heart conceals a world of mixed emotions.
It was a day of great joy and sorrow. After Hua Hua's emotional frenzy, he became so drowsy that his mind turned into mush, and with help he was taken home, where he fell onto the bed in a daze and fell asleep immediately.
In the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up, somehow producing a Swiss army knife, scouring the place to find Ling Yin, finally spotting him on the sofa in the living room, and viciously aimed to stab him!
