"Jini-boyyyyyyyyyy!!! Look who is here to meet you!"
Jin, who was having a peaceful day at work, was very close to falling into the abyss. The coffee in his mug was warm as opposed to his soul which had frozen now.
A head popped inside with the brightest grin on the lips. "Jini-boy!"
Six years later too, Zhou Yichen's charm and charisma held the same vitality as before the time Jin had left for Paris. He was his usual self wearing the same mismatched clothes and the signature twig in between his lips. The delight in his eyes matched the shine of the sparkling stars.
Jin's expression was unbearable.
"Uncle Zhou…"
"Jini-boy!"
He hopped over to his side and pulled him into his hard hug. "I missed you!"
"I didn't. You came to the wrong place."
He pouted. "What do you mean? I have returned after a long time and you don't even look happy."
