To Yan Xiu, Fang Zhengzhi always had his own way of looking at things.
Yan Xiu spoke very little, almost reaching the point where every word was gold. Furthermore, bounded by culture, abiding by etiquette, every word and action, every smile and fury, were determined by rules.
Fang Zhengzhi was different. He never bothered about these rules and viewpoints whenever he did things.
Everything he did followed two words...
Free spirit!
He laughed as he pleased, ate as he pleased, the only thing he controlled was the happiness and anger in his heart.
These two people should belong in two completely different worlds. But, Fang Zhengzhi felt that Yan Xiu and him had something common deep in their blood.
That was rebellion.
Treating each word as gold, from an outsider's point of view, as a form of personality. However, after some careful thought, how was this not a form of rebellion against conventional thought!
