342 Sunbathing (2/2)

”Really.”

Elsa became happy again. She spun around him for a while before suddenly taking a notebook out for him to sign.

”What's this?” Confused, Ye Qingxuan accepted the notebook. The crooked title on the cover read Elsa's friends.

The notebook was almost filled completely with messy handwriting but the content seemed to be repeated. Some names had been written four or five times. The newest page had an inked paw print, for some reason. The ink was still wet and it looked like graffiti.

Beside it, Elsa had scrawled, Big dog can't write. Ye Qingxuan really did not know what her friends actually were. Sighing and chuckling, he wrote down his name. After all, she would forget after a few minutes. He should just make her happy for now.

Seeing his signature, Elsa cheered. She grabbed the notebook and started flipping through. As her hair moved, the faint words on her neck were revealed. Ye Qingxuan gazed at them curiously.

”What's this?”

”This?” Elsa felt around. She found a mirror and answered with assurance, ”I think it's my name? And my address! Oh, this way people can bring me back home. Wow, no wonder everyone knows me.”

Ye Qingxuan made a face but he was unable to reply.

Elsa suddenly reached out to pet his hand. ”Good luck to you too. Your family must be looking for you too.”

He turned stiffly. ”Huh?”

Elsa looked at him in confusion. ”Didn't you forget where your home is too?”

”No.” Ye Qingxuan shook his head expressionlessly.

”Liar.” Elsa pouted. ”Everyone thinks I'm pitiful when they look at me. But when you look at me, you look sad, like you can't find your home. You must have a bad memory too, right? That's why you got lost and can't find where your home is.”

Ye Qingxuan looked at her for a long time before glancing away. He replied nonchalantly, ”No, you're overthinking.”

”No, I'm right.” Elsa glared at him angrily but her expression soon turned to sympathy. She got onto her toes to touch his white hair. ”It's okay. Pat, pat. I know this place really well and everyone's nice. Maybe someone will find you one day and take you back home!”

Ye Qingxuan did not know what to say, or whether to be angry or chuckle dryly. He stared at the little girl for a long time. Staring at the amber-like eyes, he suddenly felt scared for some reason. She could see through him. She could see through his lies. It was not because of her instincts or any other reason. It was solely because…she thought Ye Qingxuan was like her. The creepy thing was that she was right. She was f*cking right!

”My home…isn't here.” Ye Qingxuan broke the staring contest and avoided her eyes. ”You don't have to worry.”

Elsa seemed to understand and not understand at the same time. ”Did you…forget too?” she asked with uncertainty.

Ye Qingxuan pushed down the anger that had risen for some reason and said nonchalantly, ”You're overthinking. I'm not to the point of forgetting where my home is.”

”Where is it?”

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to answer but he was stuck. Yeah, where was his home? In the East? In Anglo? In the burned wooden cabin where he had been banished to? The music history department of the Royal Academy of Music? Or the luxurious mansion on Queen's Avenue?

”You're right.” Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself and looked down. ”I forgot.” He had had no home since he was ten years old.

A small hand pressed onto his forehead. ”Pat, pat. It's okay, don't be sad.” Elsa tiptoed and petted his hair. Her eyes were gentle and quiet, pure like the sky. ”I'll make you a straw doll, okay? That's the only thing my mom taught me that I didn't forget. My mom said it can protect me. It'll help you find your home too.”

Ye Qingxuan gaped at her. He squeezed out a smile. ”I hope so.”

Elsa soon cleaned up her collection. She waved goodbye and ran off somewhere. When she left, her expression was determined and serious as if she was going on an unknown adventure. Perhaps everything in this world was new and unknown to her. Perhaps living without any worries was not as painful as Ye Qingxuan had thought. After all, she was much happier than him.

”Make a straw doll?” Ye Qingxuan chuckled softly as he stared at her receding back. Hopefully she'll remember.