"..." Long Aixi stopped talking. She didn't believe him, so he didn't say any more.
After all, their feelings were different, and only he could understand his own pain.
No sooner had he finished speaking, when Axian's room door also opened.
Axian emerged with tousled hair and upon seeing Long Aixi, he rubbed his eyes, "I must not have woken up."
Just as he was about to turn back inside, he was stopped by Nan Feng, "Axian, Brother Xiaoai has come. Go to the field and tell Dad to come back for breakfast."
People in the village went to the fields early, sometimes not returning for a meal until they had finished their work.
Axian rubbed his eyes again before recognizing Long Aixi, "Brother Xiaoai?"
"It's rare that little brother Axian still remembers me. I heard that children's memories don't last very long," Long Aixi said.
"He's not little anymore, he's eight," Xia Dabao urged Axian, "Hurry up and go."
