Li Zhiyuan remembered that last night Alii was wearing white pajamas when she came over, but now she was in a red dress, proving that the girl had deliberately returned to the East Room to freshen up.
Her bravery to leave meant she knew that he had already returned.
She understood even better what the young man would need when he woke up.
The many habits between the two of them, although naturally begun, were always carefully nurtured and maintained, like birds flying through a misty forest, cherishing any marks left on any tree, these marks also included each other.
Li Zhiyuan got out of bed, walked to the girl, and slowly bowed his head, as he was searching.
The boy and the girl looked into each other's eyes, then lightly touched their foreheads together.
In the girl's eyes, Li Zhiyuan saw himself.
Sometimes, even he would get lost, being unable to distinguish dream from reality, or even become confused about his own identity, but all the answers could be found in her eyes.
