Xiao Yiyi was drunk again at this meal.
Ning Xiang saw it all, but pretended he didn't. Wang Yihan knew even better, but love, that thing, she really couldn't help it. Better not to give any illusions if she couldn't give love. However, people are always greedy, unwilling to give love and yet still longing for friendship.
The five of them had grown up together, calling each other's parents Mom and Dad, a bond that was truly rare. Sometimes she even fancifully thought, how wonderful it would be if people never grew up, if time could stand still in their carefree childhood and youth. They were just little brothers and sisters wandering around hand in hand, their greatest joy catching a colorful butterfly of unknown species, or sneaking off with Uncle Xiao to enjoy junk food Mom didn't allow, or running through the fields of wildflowers with the three boys making two beautiful garlands to wear on her and Ning Hui's heads...
