"In twenty years, let's meet again. We'll both be ash, you a pile, and I a pile, and no one will recognize anyone~"
Xu Qing hummed this inexplicable song as he returned home, where two tiny human cubs lay in their cradles. Winter Melon was sprawled lazily on the windowsill, watching them as if he was looking at his own kittens. Jiang He was bending over with her butt stuck out on the balcony, digging in the soil of a flowerpot, seemingly experimenting with some new planting method.
Since having children, Jiang He's butt had gotten significantly bigger than before, round and plump. Xu Qing stood at the door and admired it for a moment, when a phrase popped into his mind.
You mustn't touch a tiger's butt.
But he wanted to touch it just to see.
He tiptoed over, and just as Jiang He stood up, she turned her head and caught sight of Xu Qing sneaking up on her. She only glanced at him, having heard him enter the door already.
"Back already?"
"Yeah."
