"Did they know about you saving Old Bai?", Bai Tang asked.
"No, I went secretly. Don't tell them, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it."
"Hmm, whatever you do in the future, tell me first."
"Okay."
Wen Xiao'ai suddenly remembered something, pursed her lips, and began to ask tentatively.
"By the way, Jun Moyan, are you and Qing Yi, Bai Yi, and the Drunkard really good friends?"
"Hmm."
"How long have you known them?"
"Qing Yi for six years, Bai Yi for five years, the Drunkard for eight years," Jun Moyan responded without thinking.
"For you humans, that does seem like a long time. How did you meet them?"
"Why are you suddenly asking these questions?"
"Because I want to know some of your stories."
"Okay."
Jun Moyan, with her on his back, walked down the summer night streets, talking to her about his life.
Wen Xiao'ai quietly lay on his back, not making a sound, listening intently.
The usually reticent man spoke to her for a full ten minutes.
