"Lin Qingyu took the brocade bag and opened it. In it was a note of ten words—a bazi, and a name.
Lin Qingyu’s eyes seemed a little dry from the wind as he saw the familiar handwriting. Shen Huaishi’s loss of composure had amused him earlier, but now his own hands trembled.
On the ninety-ninth day after that young man left, Lin Qingyu had finally learned his name.
He hadn’t imagined that such a name would belong to a salted fish who never seemed to get enough sleep."
that was not the wind bruh 🙏 youre sad
HE MISSES HIM IM LOSING MY MIND HE MISSES HIM. HE SHOWS IT IN VERY FUNNY WAYS, BUT HE CANNOT FUCKING HIDE FROM ME BECAUSE SO DO I. CAUGHT IN 4K