Su Qing walked back to the Convalescent Building, followed by Gu Ran, who was digging his ear with his pinky.
"The qi has seeped deep into the bones and can't be dug out," Su Qing said with a smile.
"Who's digging?" Gu Ran also began to laugh, "I'm blocking it from escaping. To you, it's just an ordinary breath, but for me, it's like a breath of immortal qi that needs to be savored over and over."
"...Your Chinese teacher really had a keen eye for making you the class representative," Su Qing said, impressed.
"If I had this breath back then, I would've been a genuine class representative. Why didn't you give it to me sooner?"
"If you had come to Haicheng earlier, I would've given it to you already."
If Gu Ran had come to Haicheng in high school, perhaps she really would have given it to him already.
Imagine, a fifteen-year-old boy arriving in Haicheng alone, where else could he stay if not at Zhuang Jing's home?
Where to stay? Where to go on Sundays?
