The next morning, An Xiaoyan was woken up by fireworks downstairs. He got up and placed the arm hugging him to the side. He touched Liu Cheng's forehead. It wasn't as hot as before.
He went downstairs to buy breakfast. Along the way, the young people all pointed at him as if noticing someone important.
A seven or eight-year-old child with his parent pointed at An Xiaoyan and said, "Mom, look. Is that the murderer from the news? He even went to jail!"
The adult quickly picked up the kid and went toward the other direction. An Xiaoyan put on a hat, wanting to cover his face. It had been late last night, so the people in the store couldn't see him clearly. They could see him clearly now and all pointed at him.
He still had to buy breakfast. He still had to get yelled at by everyone. Liu Cheng still needed him.
He shouldn't care or worry.
After buying breakfast, An Xiaoyan went back. Liu Cheng was sitting in bed. His color looked better.
