"Da Ge..... why didn't you try to be a painter again?" He asked while hugging his knees.
"Hmm? Why did you suddenly ask that? You already know the reason."
"I just... it doesn't seem fair." He picked on an invisible speck on his shoulder.
His Da Ge grinned. "Life is not fair, always. Remember that, Hu Dongtian."
"When will it be fair? Why did the word fair exist if it doesn't exist at all." He grumbled, leaning back.
They were listening to the same music through earphones. Mo Aini's earphones. They were watching the cloudy sky, dark and gloomy. Yet their emotions were not like that at all.
With each other, they are at peace. Even when talking about depressing subjects such as the unfairness of life. There was no one else they can discuss this with, and can discuss it with such deep reflection and peaceful meditation.
