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The days that followed remained as tranquil as still water.
Given Zhou Haochen’s heavier course load in the mornings, he would spend his afternoons at home, accompanying both the little one and Bai Sha.
Whenever she streamed, Bai Sha enjoyed having Zhou Haochen join her, partly to enhance the show’s entertainment value, and partly for their own amusement.
Within the game, Bai Sha had cast Zhou Haochen in the role of her younger sister, while she herself commanded the position of ‘Big Brother.’
What a thrill!
On evenings with nothing pressing, the family of three would often take strolls hand-in-hand around their residential community, a simple yet cherished family activity.
However, given that his dorm mates remained quite invested in Zhou Haochen’s romantic life…
One afternoon, while the little one was napping indoors, Zhou Haochen sat on the sofa, coordinating work with a senior colleague, as Bai Sha lay stretched out beside him, her head resting on his lap.
Zhou Haochen inquired, “What exactly would you say our relationship is now?”
Bai Sha pondered for a moment, then stated matter-of-factly, “We’re the parents of a child, who are also dating.”
“So, we’re already dating?”
With a sudden whoosh, Bai Sha sat upright, grabbing a throw pillow and challenging him, “What else did you think? What did you imagine?”
Zhou Haochen quickly raised both hands in surrender, cautiously remarking, “But I haven’t even confessed yet.”
Her crisis averted, Bai Sha settled back onto his lap. “Oh. I don’t care about that. It’s enough that you like me.”
Bai Sha hummed, “You’ve stumbled upon quite a bargain, you know.
A fair-skinned, beautiful sugar mommy like me isn’t easy to find.
My pretty boy, call me ‘Jie Jie’ (TL Note: A Chinese term for ‘older sister’, often used endearingly or teasingly) and let me hear it.”
Zhou Haochen lowered his gaze to Bai Sha, planting a light kiss on her red lips, then, with a deliberately high-pitched, syrupy-sweet voice, he cooed, “Jie Jie~”
Bai Sha shivered, rubbing the goosebumps on her arms. “Ew! Never mind, never mind! That’s so gross.”
Zhou Haochen, however, was invigorated, pressing his face close to hers and continuously calling her “Jie Jie.”
Disgusted, Bai Sha wriggled like a silkworm pupa, finally managing to break free from Zhou Haochen.
She stood before the television, warning him, “If you keep this up, I’m going to unleash a magic duel!”
Zhou Haochen paid her no mind, waving a dismissive hand as if to say, ‘Go right ahead.’
Bai Sha cleared her throat, then emitted a sound so saccharine it rivaled an American suburban housewife preparing dinner for her family: “Ge~ge~~~”
To her surprise, Zhou Haochen, having lived in a dorm, had long since maxed out his ‘magic resistance.’
He even responded in kind, “Good boy~”
Far from disgusting him, Bai Sha herself was utterly repulsed.
It was a case of ‘injuring the enemy by one hundred, but harming oneself by one thousand,’ as the saying goes.
****
Life, however, was like a toilet: though mostly smooth-flowing, once it clogged, the discomfort became extreme.
Everyone had their own troubles; the only difference was that those with money had fewer, more easily resolved problems, while those without had more, harder-to-manage ones.
Bai Sha rarely contacted her parents.
Even though she believed she no longer cared about past events, she seldom communicated with the two elders.
Bai Sha simply could not fathom her parents’ way of thinking.
If some of her conversations with her uncle were a generation gap, then nearly all communication between her and her parents felt like navigating the Mariana Trench.
Unfortunately, on a damp, gloomy rainy night, Bai Sha’s mother called her.
“Uh, Xiaosha, your uncle said you’re not playing that game anymore, right?”
Bai Sha kept her voice low, trying her best to prevent any change in her tone from being detected.
“I’m not playing professionally anymore, but I’m still streaming it.”
“Xiaosha, how long has it been since you came home to visit?
Your mother’s almost forgotten what you look like.
Every year, it’s only when your uncle brings photos that I get to see you.”
‘Hmm… Even after one day away from Xiaoyu, she worried.
How much more so after leaving home for seven or eight years?’
“Your father and I were just agitated back then.
We’ve regretted it every day since you left!
You can blame us, but why didn’t you even come to your sister’s wedding?”
“I had something to do then.”
It was a half-truth.
Bai Sha hated how her parents always brought up her sister; her sister had sent her money every month during her youth training, but her excited parents hadn’t cared if she lived or died.
They always assumed she was weak-willed, that after enduring society’s harsh lessons in S City, she would slink back with her tail between her legs, apologizing to her parents.
“This New Year…”
“I’m not going back.
I’ll spend it in S City.”
Her mother’s voice shouted from the other end of the phone, “Old man, don’t you want to say a few words?”
After a rustling sound, a deep voice came through the phone.
“You… if you don’t want to come back, then don’t.
…Just take care of yourself there.
Find a companion, don’t be all alone.”
Bai Sha stood on the balcony, a hazy drizzle falling outside.
The door was covered in condensation, vaguely revealing the bright light and the father and daughter playing on the sofa.
Bai Sha’s gaze softened.
She used to be alone, but now, she had her own little family; she was far from ‘all alone.’
“…I have a companion.
Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s good that you have someone… If you don’t mind…”
“Perhaps in a few years, I’ll introduce you.”
She would wait until he turned 22, until they married, until she legally had a home of her own, until she was completely free of them.
“I’m hanging up… You two take care of yourselves too.”
Bai Sha slid her phone back into her pocket, leaning against the railing, listening to the wind and rain as she exhaled slowly.
Emotions were like a mirror; once shattered, no craftsman, no matter how skilled, could truly restore them.
Perhaps the surface cracks might disappear, but what about the psychological ones?
The farthest distance between people wasn’t the ends of the earth, but a harmony of appearances masking a discord of hearts.
The door suddenly opened.
A blanket was draped over Bai Sha’s shoulders.
Zhou Haochen offered her a cup of warm water. “It’s cold out there.”
“Was that a call from home?”
“Yes.”
“They aren’t you, and you aren’t Xiaoyu.
Don’t let your feelings for Xiaoyu sway your decisions.”
Bai Sha drank the warm water, its warmth spreading from her palms and taste buds deep into her heart.
“No, it won’t.
That was their choice back then; it’s not like I’m playing chess with them, where there’s an ‘undo’ function.”
“As long as you’re clear on that.”
Bai Sha set the cup aside, burying her face in Zhou Haochen’s chest, murmuring, “I just feel bad about my sister.
I didn’t even go to her wedding.
The last time I saw her was at the beginning of the year.”
Zhou Haochen embraced Bai Sha, speaking softly, “Then go see her.
I’ll take care of Xiaoyu.”
“No—”
“Why not?”
“We’ll go together!”
Zhou Haochen chuckled, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll scare your sister?”
‘From Bai Sha’s perspective: Within a year, her younger brother became her younger sister, then showed up with a boyfriend and daughter to visit her.’
‘From Zhou Haochen’s perspective, there was no gender transformation stage.’
Bai Sha giggled, “It’s called a surprise.”
Zhou Haochen looked at Bai Sha, who wore a mischievous grin as if her prank had succeeded, and chuckled helplessly. “More like a fright, wouldn’t you say?”
The fine rain outside gradually ceased, and bright sunlight broke through layers of dark clouds, pouring down.
The sky cleared after the rain, but alas, there was no rainbow.
Bai Sha nestled into Zhou Haochen’s embrace, calling his name, “Zhou Haochen.”
“Yes?”
“Do you think fairy tales are real?”
“Perhaps?”
“Then do you think we’ll stay like this forever?”
“No.”
“Ah!!”
“We’ll get engaged and marry in the future, becoming true lifelong partners.
Of course, we won’t stay ‘like this’.”
“Oh.
Lean closer, I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What secret?”
“I like you.”
“I know.
That’s no secret.”
“Then what counts as a secret?”
“I love you.”