After breakfast, Cai Xing and Wang Jian sat together in the courtyard.
Cai Xing didn't mention the look from before, and Wang Jian didn't ask. The unspoken understanding between them was perfect.
Cai Xing felt like having a cigarette, but Wang Jian stopped him. "I don't have any cigarettes here," he said. "And even if I did, you should be quitting."
"Alright." Cai Xing wasn't really addicted; it was just that sitting in the quiet made his mind wander. "I suppose I've died once already," he sighed, patting the dust from his clothes. The motes danced, clearly visible in the sunlight. "Even this sunlight feels a bit unreal."
At seven in the morning, the sunlight was gentle and harmless, serving only to make one appreciate the beauty of life.
Wang Jian turned his head and glanced at Cai Xing. He understood Cai Xing's mood perfectly well, but his own mind was preoccupied with something else entirely—a matter concerning his Medical Skills.
