Number eight's palm was warm and strong, like the palm of a living person.
Lu Xin's hand was intertwined with his, and as he looked at the man's happy smile, he felt as if he was hallucinating.
It was as if they had grown up together in an orphanage and now, because of their own encounters, they had gone their separate ways.
On a certain business trip, he thought of his old friend who was still living in this city, and came back with deep longing. He hugged the person who had accompanied him at his loneliest and weakest age, expressing his long-awaited emotions ...
.. If only the orphanage had not bid them farewell in such a tragic way.
..
"Yeah, long time no see."
Lu Xin was taken aback for a moment before he recovered and smiled back at the man, ""Number eight, you've become an adult."
"I have a name now. I'm Xu Jing,"
Number eight smiled at Lu Xin and said, ""Just like how you have a name now, Lu Xin."
