Yue Tingfeng shook his head. "I'm not him, and I will never be like him. I know the name of my woman, I know where she lives—I know that I have to hold on to her tightly and leave no room for other men to steal her away."
Yan Qingsi's lips curled upwards. "That's true. You're not like him."
"We will not be like them. I'll give you happiness."
Yan Qingsi reached out and hugged Yue Tingfeng.
"You better fulfill your promise then."
"I will!"
…
Yue Tingfeng scratched his head. "Actually… I have something to tell you too," he said. "I didn't go to work in the afternoon yesterday. I went to the graveyard in the suburbs and met You Yi. I needed to understand what he wanted to do, see?"
Yan Qingsi cast him a side-glance. "What did you talk to him about?"
"Nothing much. Just an earnest man-to-man talk."
Yan Qingsi snickered.
