"Tell me about everything that happened before we met," Xu Lan requested. He tossed a walnut cookie that Bai Wu made into his mouth, but not before twirling in between his fingers first. He then crossed his legs and sat on the woolen blanket.
Xu Lan had slept until ten o'clock at night but was roused awake by his grumbling tummy. Even though he said that they could get some takeout, Bai Wu still insisted on waking up to make some snacks for him. The attentive Bai Wu had already cleared up the sofa and mopped the room floor a few times. Xu Lan had a latent fear of that antique sofa and threatened to sell it off.
"… There's nothing to talk about. They're not good things." Bai Wu, who was positioned in front of the oven, stared blankly and replied hazily. His past was nothing but repetitive acts of humiliation, abuse, and abandonment. There was no need to tell Xu Lan about all that unpleasantness.
