◎ Fledgling Leaves the Nest ◎

Recently, thanks to her daughter, Chun Chuzhen had become a celebrity at the card room.

Her familiar card partners were concerned about Chun Zao’s grades, and after learning the scores, they all clicked their tongues in amazement. Word spread from ten to a hundred, and even when she went to the market to shop, she was constantly pulled aside for conversations.

This wasn’t any different today. As soon as the game was set up and they had just sat down shuffling cards with a clatter, someone across from her asked: “Chuzhen, did your Chun Zao end up choosing Tsinghua or Peking University for her final choice?”

Chun Chuzhen smiled modestly: “She applied to Peking University Law School.”

The card table erupted in an instant:

“Law is good! If she goes to the courts later, that’s a golden rice bowl.”

“Being a lawyer also makes money. Isn’t there something called the Big Four law firms?”

“Oh my, how are both of your daughters so accomplished? Chang Chang at F University, Zao Zao at Peking University. When will you publish a book or give a lecture on how to raise top students?”

“I could tell from when Chun Zao was little that she was smart. Getting these grades isn’t surprising at all.”

“I think it’s because Chuzhen has good genes. Both daughters are beautiful and clever. Look how much money she’s won from us since coming back recently.”

“Exactly…”

Chun Chuzhen lowered her eyes halfway, pretending to be calm as she arranged her tiles: “Oh, stop teasing me. It’s mainly that the children know how to work hard themselves. I just manage their meals, housing, and daily care. I don’t have any experience to share.”

Aunt Chen from the corner shop at the diagonal left glanced at her: “Don’t blame me for being nosy, but is your Chun Zao dating someone?”

Chun Chuzhen looked at her sideways: “Hm?”

Aunt Chen winked and made faces: “Every day I see a particularly handsome young man dropping her off and picking her up. He’s even bought water and popsicles from my shop a few times.”

Chun Chuzhen sighed helplessly: “Oh, yes, that boy is from the same high school. He’s liked her for a long time, and they started dating during summer vacation. When children grow up, you can’t control them anymore.”

The card friends were curious: “How are his grades? If you approve of him, he probably isn’t bad.”

Chun Chuzhen played a seven-dot tile, feigning nonchalance: “His grades are even better than Zao Zao’s. He’s this year’s science champion.”

Aunt Chen’s eyes widened: “Champion? Is he the one everyone’s been sharing on WeChat, the one who scored 726?”

Chun Chuzhen: “Yes, that’s him.”

“Amazing! Your Chun family’s ancestral graves are going to emit azure smoke!”

Someone else was curious: “Which school did he apply to? One at Tsinghua, one at Peking University?”

“Well, he followed my daughter and applied to Peking University too.” Chun Chuzhen couldn’t stop smiling: “The college he’s going to is supposed to be very prestigious. At the time, Peking University told him he could choose whatever he wanted, and they even gave him tens of thousands in scholarship money. He started making money before even getting a job. You can see how different it is when you have good grades.”

Everyone at the table praised and envied them endlessly.

No one cared about playing cards anymore, chattering away with concern, and Chun Chuzhen answered with beaming smiles. Midway through, suddenly a male voice called Chun Chuzhen’s name from the doorway.

It was Old Li from the community mailroom. Like the Statue of Liberty, he held high a vermilion red EMS envelope, breathing heavily: “Chuzhen! Your Chun Zao’s Peking University acceptance letter has arrived!”

Chun Chuzhen froze, quickly stood up, and walked over to him.

In an instant, people from all six card tables crowded over to watch the excitement, surrounding them so tightly that not even water could pass through, clicking their tongues in wonder.

Chun Chuzhen, in the crowd, received that solid, bright red envelope with both hands, looking at it again and again, her heart so excited it seemed about to leap out of her throat.

She restrained the heat around her eyes and announced with uncontainable joy: “This afternoon’s table fees are all on me!”

The card room erupted in celebration. She carefully protected that document envelope against her chest, said goodbye to everyone, and walked outside without waiting even a moment, wanting to take it home.

The summer heat and scorching sun came rushing toward her.

Perhaps the light outside was too glaring; otherwise, why would her nasal cavity ache as if stung?

A hundred feelings mixed.

The woman struggled to suppress the surging tears, entered the cool, empty stairwell, climbed a few steps, and finally couldn’t hold back anymore, wiping her face frantically.

The complex emotions accumulated, making her knees too heavy to lift. She just stopped there, tears streaming, sobbing breathlessly, repeatedly gazing through blurred vision at this bright red letter, not daring to get too close for fear her tears might accidentally stain it and dirty it.

After returning home and sitting on the sofa to calm down for a while, Chun Chuzhen’s turbulent thoughts finally settled.

She looked around. Her husband had gone to work, the older daughter wasn’t home, and the younger daughter was doing part-time work.

In the empty house, there were only light and shadow, and herself. She suddenly couldn’t find anyone to share her wild joy with immediately.

The woman felt at a loss, scratching her head, feeling both extremely comforted and a bit lonely.

She pulled out a tissue to clean her hands and face, didn’t open the Peking University acceptance letter, but gathered up the remote control, newspapers, and other miscellaneous items from the coffee table one by one, leaving only the acceptance letter placed squarely in the center, then stood up.

After thinking, she picked it up again, brought it to Chun Zao’s bedroom, placed it on her desk, adjusting the position and angle from near and far, making sure her daughter would see it immediately upon opening the door, before leaving with peace of mind.

Before walking out of the room, Chun Chuzhen suddenly turned back, picked up that acceptance letter three times, and carried it to her father’s portrait beside the Buddhist shrine.

The white-haired old man in the black and white photograph gazed at her, with light in his eyes, wrinkles across his face, smiling warmly.

Chun Chuzhen devoutly lit a stick of incense, and in the curling smoke, she smiled while choking up: “You old fool, I almost forgot, you’re still here to share this with.”

She held that document envelope toward her father: “Look at your granddaughter, each one more capable than the last.”

“If you ask me, your daughter is still the most capable.”

“You used to scold me so harshly, saying I didn’t care about my future, that you raised this daughter for nothing, saying I couldn’t compare to my brother in terms of ideals and principles. Now look at this certificate again and tell me, did I choose wrong?”

…

Before organizing her emotions to cook dinner, Chun Chuzhen still placed that acceptance letter envelope on the coffee table, so that whoever came home first in this house would see it immediately.

While making soup, the woman kept running out of the kitchen to glance at it, afraid that if she wasn’t careful, the acceptance letter would fly away like a blood sparrow.

Chun Zao was the first person to arrive home. She had received an SMS notification in advance and guessed the acceptance letter would arrive within these two days, so she hurried home eagerly.

But what she didn’t expect was that upon opening the door, the bright red envelope immediately caught her eye.

She screamed, didn’t even change her shoes, rushed over, and held the acceptance letter above her head: “Mom—my acceptance letter arrived!”

Chun Chuzhen heard her daughter’s call over the sound of the range hood and hurried out, saying joyfully: “Yes, I just brought it back this afternoon.”

Chun Zao fake-cried “woo woo,” gave virtual hugs, jumped in place, holding it like a beloved paper doll, and refused to let go.

Chun Chuzhen suggested: “Let’s open it and take a look.” She was also impatient.

Chun Zao shook her head: “Let’s wait, wait for Dad to come back together.” Then asked: “Is sister coming back today?”

Chun Chuzhen had anticipated this: “She’s coming back tonight. I already called her. I also told your dad to bring your grandmother over after work.”

Chun Zao’s eyes curved into crescents: “That’s wonderful. Let’s wait until everyone’s here to open it together!”

This was not just her medal and commendation alone.

Everyone had contributed, sharing in the glory.

After speaking, she returned to the sofa, examined the sealed document up and down, left and right, cherishing it, then gently placed it back in its original position, sitting and waiting for the family-scale opening ceremony.

She lit up her phone, and Yuan Ye had just sent a WeChat message – a picture with a question: Have you received yours?

The small image looked like a photo of the inside pages of an acceptance letter at first glance. Chun Zao quickly said: Retract it!

Yuan Ye:?

Chun Zao reasoned: I received it. But I haven’t opened it yet, don’t let me see it first, otherwise I won’t have any sense of novelty when I open mine.

“Big Stupid Dog” retracted a message.

Chun Zao curved her lips: So obedient?

The other side: Heh.

Chun Zao: Alright, after I open mine, I’ll share it with you immediately, okay?

Yuan Ye: OK.

Not long after, her sister, father, and grandmother arrived home one after another. Amid her sister’s exaggerated cheering, Chun Zao carefully tore open and pulled out the acceptance letter. Chun Chang popped open champagne with a bang, howling with excitement, and the living room erupted in another round of ecstatic joy. Everyone took star-chasing style photos with Chun Zao holding the acceptance letter, then posted them to their social media circles with uncontainable happiness.

After quickly finishing this celebratory feast, Chun Zao’s heart was fully occupied with thoughts of Yuan Ye, who was alone. She hurriedly took the acceptance letter and found a gap to sneak back to her bedroom to video call him.

He answered instantly, the boy’s languid handsome face appearing on screen, deliberately drooping his eyelids, teasing: “Busy person, finally got to me?”

Chun Zao was speechless for a second, then spread out the bright red acceptance letter beside her to show him.

“I see it.” Yuan Ye’s voice carried laughter.

Chun Zao asked: “Where’s yours?”

Yuan Ye switched to the rear camera, a close-up shot of the inside pages of his acceptance letter. Chun Zao looked down to compare with her own, frowning: “Seems like, except for the college name column, there’s no difference.”

Yuan Ye asked: “What difference did you want?”

Chun Zao made a dismissive sound: “I thought Yuanpei’s would be more exquisite and noble.”

Yuan Ye’s tone was flat: “Our independent dormitory building is already exquisite and noble enough.”

Chun Zao choked and hung up the video call immediately.

The other party called back persistently. When she answered again, it was his incredulous smiling face.

Chun Zao squinted: “Your Honorable Yuan from the prestigious Yuanpei College, do you have any other business?”

The boy’s smile deepened at her words, and he nodded slightly: “Actually, I do have something.”

“Hm?”

He made a fist near his lips, coughed once, then used it like a microphone, leaning over like an online interview, asking in a very official broadcaster tone: “Lawyer Chun, Prosecutor Chun, when might you have time to go see the ocean?”

Chun Zao bit her lip, otherwise, she would have let out a weird laugh at his cute reaction.

Then she also answered very seriously: “I need to discuss with my close friend Tong Yue, then ask for permission from my father and mother.”

A string of formal titles came rushing over, and Yuan Ye’s brow furrowed: “Why does it sound like there are enough people to form a tour group?”

“Not at all, just Tong Yue and her boyfriend,” Chun Zao let out a humming sound: “Tong Yue and I made a pact long ago to travel together after graduation, even before I met you.”

“Besides, without Tong Yue and them, how could my parents possibly allow us two to go out and play alone?”

Yuan Ye blinked, found it quite reasonable, and nodded, then nodded again, appearing willingly accepting: “Good.”

“Very good.”

“Extremely good.”

“Let’s do it this way.”

Chun Zao showed her milk-white teeth in a smile: “Hey, why do I feel…”

Before she could finish, three knocks came from the side, followed immediately by her sister’s voice: “Hey, when will you finish being intimate with your handsome Yuan? Come out and drink champagne.”

Yuan Ye heard this and chuckled.

Chun Zao’s face heated up. She glared at him through the screen, pressed her lips flat: “I need to go out and celebrate. I’ll come find you later.”

Yuan Ye: “Okay.” And added congratulations: “Congratulations, Student Chun Zao, achieving your heart’s desire.”

Chun Zao: “Mutual congratulations, Student Yuan Ye, having your wishes fulfilled.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“?”

“Alright, I need to leave for a bit.”

“Mm, see you later.”

…

—

Walking out of the room, three tall champagne glasses filled with pale yellow, clear, and elegant wine were already placed on the living room coffee table.

Chun Zao looked around: “Where are Dad and Grandma?”

Chun Chang patted the empty seat beside her: “Dad went to take Grandma home. How about us three, mother and daughters, celebrate by ourselves?”

Chun Zao glanced at her mother sitting on the single sofa on the left, her eyes sparkling: “Sounds good.”

She quickly walked around the coffee table and sat down, picked up the tall glass, sniffed it – citrus floral fragrance entered her nostrils.

She looked toward the other two: “Should we toast?”

Chun Chang grabbed her wrist and put the glass back down: “Wait, don’t rush, we still need to go through a process.”

She made an inviting gesture to their mother: “If you have anything you want to say, you can start now.”

Chun Chuzhen, who had been quietly watching her daughters, felt her chin muscles tremble twice, but quickly controlled herself: “About last year’s incident, Mom wants to apologize to you.”

She raised her glass and took a breath: “That day, Mom was too anxious, not only rummaging through your private belongings, but also saying many hurtful words that hurt you and also hurt little Yuan.”

“Mom apologizes to you.” She added, “Sincerely apologize.”

Though this apology was nearly a year late, its impact was not diminished at all, but made even more profound by the accumulation of time.

The scene from that day was vivid in memory. Chun Zao felt a mixture of emotions, her eyes rapidly welling up. She quickly blinked them back and spoke formally: “Mom, me too. Those words I said weren’t my true feelings either. I’m sorry…”

“Although you…” She suddenly seemed unable to speak. Harsh words could always slip out, but heartfelt words were always kept locked away, fearing they wouldn’t express what she meant: “Although being managed by you all these years has been a bit annoying—”

She broke into tears and laughter.

“But I know I truly love you, and I know you truly love me too.”

“In short…”

Chun Chuzhen picked up: “I know.”

Their glasses clinked together, as if using wine to resolve their grievances, tying up loose ends.

“Help me…” Chun Chang sighed lightly, pulled out multiple tissues, handed them to both of them respectively, and also started wiping her own eyes.

“On such a good day, don’t make me cry, okay?” she took a deep breath, wiped a few times, and started tonight’s confession session: “How should I put it, I, as the older sister, also have big problems. Zao Zao, there are some things Mom never let me tell you.”

Chun Zao’s nose was red, her voice nasal: “What?”

Chun Chang organized her emotions: “Actually, Mom had it pretty rough too.” she glanced at Chun Chuzhen with teary eyes: “Before you were born, she always worked at the city library, even had permanent employment. When I was little, Grandma took care of me more, but Mom was unlucky…”

Her eyes flickered: “She had an IUD inserted, but she still hit that tiny probability and accidentally got pregnant with you. At that time, there was the one-child policy, so if she gave birth to you, she would be penalized and have to leave her job. She kept hesitating. But you can’t keep dragging it out, so later, Dad said he’d take her to a private hospital for an ultrasound. If it were a boy, they’d keep it; if it were a girl, they wouldn’t. But after coming out of the ultrasound room, she completely changed her attitude and decided to have you. Three months before she was pregnant with you, she had surgery to remove the IUD. She suffered a lot. Our dad is just a bastard. At that time, Grandpa was upset about this and kept coming to the house to argue, saying the money spent on Mom’s education was wasted, that Dad didn’t know how to defend Mom. Anyway, from that time on, Mom became a different person, becoming especially strict with me and you. She also often took her anger out on me.”

“But I had no choice. Mom wouldn’t let me tell you, afraid you’d feel guilty. I knew everything but couldn’t say a word. I felt depressed and uncomfortable, seeing you suffer, seeing Mom suffer too. It was too frustrating.”

She sobbed while continuously using tissues to absorb tears: “I could only run away, taking advantage of going to college to run far from this home, out of sight, out of mind.”

Chun Chuzhen also turned her head away, pondered for a long time, then looked back with red eyes, laughing bitterly, as if exhaling the suffocating air that had been stuck in her chest for years: “It’s all in the past. My card friends all say I’ve finally made it through.”

—But how could it just be “enduring hardship”? How could the happiness brought by children’s growth completely offset this depression? So many years of having nowhere to complain or rely on, so many years of being repeatedly crushed by regret and frustration, nights of washing her face with tears, and so many years of pulling herself together again, forcing herself to smile at each new tomorrow.

Because of “responsibility,” because of “identity,” her bright life was forever clouded over, gray and gloomy. She could only treat her daughters as two warming candle flames, hoping that someday they would truly transform into starlight, steadily ascending, shining down on her, letting her experience again the long-lost brightness and comfort, as light as returning to youth, carefree once more.

Chun Chuzhen sighed: “At that time, it was mainly unwillingness, wanting to prove myself, wanting to prove my choice wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t count on Wencheng. If you girls didn’t study well and went astray, who would be responsible for you? I was really afraid you’d end up like me in the future, suffering losses, being controlled by others, and having fewer choices. Thinking that I had lost my permanent position, I felt my daughters should take civil service exams to make up for past regrets. This past year, I’ve also been reflecting on how to be a proper mother. There were indeed many things I didn’t do well, but I don’t know why, in those previous years, I was like entering a dead end. Using your father’s words, I was obsessed and crazy.”

Chun Chang disgustedly scolded: “He has the nerve to talk about you. It’s all his fault, okay? What has he managed in these ten-plus years? Just fishing and growing flowers, eating lunch at work, drinking with friends at night, living happily. Every time you complained to him, he’d either act playful or deflect by saying we both take your surname, claiming all your suffering was your own choice. Anyway, everything was blamed on you, while he played the fake good guy comfortably. This family was almost entirely suffering alone, holding it together. When I was little, I thought he was better than you, good-tempered, secretly buying us snacks. Only when I grew up did I realize he was the terrible one!”

Chun Chuzhen laughed: “You only dare say this when he’s not here.”

Chun Chang said coldly: “So what? I’ll say it when he comes back, too. I’m going to criticize him tonight.”

Chun Zao sat there motionless.

At this moment, she completely and thoroughly understood why her mother had said that night that she had saved her life;

Why her mother worried so much about her relationships, fearing she would go astray.

After people experience real trauma and suffering, their reactions carried over to the next generation are not all the same.

Some become gentle and measured with their children, loving like healers, only to heal their own scarred past; some copy and replay their past selves like videotapes onto their children, using this as punishment and outlet; and some, to ensure absolute safety, are determined to tie their children to the safest train, following the tracks, isolating them from all mudslides, blizzards, wild beasts, and winds from all directions, obsessively believing this gives them the best hope of delivering them to what she considers the bright place.

Her mother was the last type.

So was she completely wrong? So this wasn’t “love”?

Mom is a superhero, Mom is the greatest.

But if you break apart the character for “mom,” isn’t it also “woman working like an ox or horse”?

So, in this situation, does “maternal love”

Do you have to be perfect and flawless?

Chun Zao immediately felt so regretful that tears streamed down her face, her voice breaking: “Mom, you didn’t need to do this…”

If her coming into this world required someone to destroy their future, she’d rather not make this trip at all.

“What nonsense are you talking about!” Chun Chuzhen heard this and got angry, that moment of firm determination still seeming like yesterday: “When I had the ultrasound that day, I could hear your heartbeat!”

So, when walking out of the clinic building, she saw the green trees outside, the flower shadows, the bright sunlight, and the sky blue to its pure essence.

How could she bear not to let her see all of this?

Chun Zao sobbed uncontrollably: “Mom—can I hug you?”

Chun Chang also whimpered: “I want to hug too…”

The two daughters surrounded their mother, who was curled up there, wrapping her tightly, crying and laughing together.

The fledgling leaves the nest, its wings already full.

It will soar between mountains and seas, fearless and graceful.

—

A few days later, Chun Zao found a leisurely afternoon to go to the mall with Tong Yue to get manicures.

For everyone around her, this seemed to be a blazing and perfect summer.

Tong Yue had reconciled with her Lu puppy and also received her acceptance letter from Beijing Foreign Studies University as wished.

She then solemnly announced she would join their “Ocean Viewing Operation.”

After sitting for four hours, Chun Zao finally got her custom cream blue, cute-style manicure.

She was a lucky one when it came to changing her appearance – from her first bangs cut to her first manicure, the results were always satisfactory.

When she arrived at Yuan Ye’s place, the boy was in the living room using a controller to play games on the big screen.

Hearing the door, he immediately paused the screen and quickly walked over to greet her. Just as he was about to embrace his girlfriend for some warmth as usual, Chun Zao raised both hands high in advance, positioning them in front of him.

“Ta-da—”

Yuan Ye was stopped in his tracks by the unfamiliar blue and flowery fingernails.

The girl’s hands were level with his line of sight, her five fingers dancing, her tone proud:

“This is the blue manicure I specially prepared for ocean viewing.”

But Yuan Ye’s focus didn’t seem to be on this, only asking with delighted raised eyebrows: “Your parents agreed? So quickly?”

Chun Zao nodded vigorously.

Words or expressions seemed insufficient to express her current level of excitement.

Yuan Ye didn’t hesitate, bent down and directly lifted the girl onto his shoulder, parading around the living room like showing off hunting spoils for two rounds, finally bringing her into the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed.

Chun Zao crashed into the soft bedding, bounced up sitting, looking confused: “What sudden illness struck you?”

Yuan Ye stood by the bed, smiling lightly with sound reasoning: “What’s wrong with practicing how to throw you into the ocean in advance?”

“…” Chun Zao’s fighting spirit was aroused. She immediately grabbed a soft pillow beside her and threw it at him. Yuan Ye dodged with quick reflexes, so she grabbed another one, climbed up, stood, aimed at his head, and pounded away.

Yuan Ye laughed while dodging: “Hey, hey, what’s this for?”

Chun Zao kept swinging, gritting her teeth: “Practicing in advance how to splash seawater and sand in your face.”

Yuan Ye wasn’t to be trifled with either. He snatched away her pillow and caught her around the waist, carrying her horizontally back to the bed, leaning over her.

The world spun, her vision suddenly darkened several times, the boy’s deep eyes approached, and Chun Zao’s breathing caught, no longer smooth.

He kissed down.

His lips and tongue were warm and smooth, enveloping hers.

The boy’s breathing gradually grew rough, seemingly no longer satisfied with the lingering and tasting on her lips. He went to peck her nose tip, cheeks, extending to the edges of her ears, gently and unhurriedly invading with tenderness.

His way of kissing… was too lingering.

Chun Zao’s heart felt soaked through with warm water, her entire body’s temperature surging upward, pressed hotly against him.

Her heart itched unbearably, and she raised her hand to protect her earlobe.

Yuan Ye stopped, only then having his attention drawn away by her fancy new nail decorations. He lifted her left hand, brought it close to smell: “Why is there no fragrance?”

It looked like blueberry-flavored milk candy, round and cute, the kind that would be packaged in foil boxes and arranged neatly, releasing rich, sweet aromas as soon as opened.

“There’s no scent to begin with.”

Chun Zao tried to pull her hand back, but Yuan Ye tightened his grip, not allowing her to move even half an inch away, asking again: “Is it poisonous?”

Chun Zao said uncertainly: “Probably… not.”

The boy’s lashes lowered as he began to gently kiss those fingertips painted with little white birds.

Chun Zao was caught off guard, as if electrocuted, her heart spasming sharply, her fingers also curling reflexively.

The shy curled fingers were immediately pressed back by Yuan Ye, who continued kissing the next one with little flower patterns.

Chun Zao’s chest trembled, her thoughts like fermenting toast bread, rapidly expanding during baking, then collapsing softly.

When he kissed her ring finger, she could only forcibly redirect her overflowing emotions: “What does it feel like to kiss yourself?”

Yuan Ye paused, carefully examining the simple cartoon face pattern on the nail art, frowning: “This is me?”

Chun Zao: “Yes, that’s you.”

White base, wavy bangs, two small round eyes, and curved lip lines – it looked silly no matter how you looked at it.

Yuan Ye pushed away her hand, commenting: “A bit ugly, I don’t claim it.”

This earned him a hard flick on the nose from the girl: “Don’t want it? I’ll go get it removed tomorrow, then.”

The boy stared straight at her, watching until her throat felt dry and itchy, making her swallow. Then the next moment, he buried his face deep into the junction of her neck and jaw, venting in a fierce, reckless, dog-gnawing style of kissing and licking, wet and sticky. Chun Zao struggled constantly from the tickling, laughing, and begging for mercy, but he was relentless. Finally, she surrendered to this intimacy, hugging his neck tightly, also threading her fingers into his soft black hair, eyes closed – their texture was like snow.

After entangling for quite a while, the boy, flushed from face to collarbone, rolled away and got off the bed to put on slippers.

Chun Zao was also completely flushed, her hair disheveled, clothes disheveled too. She tugged hard to arrange the clasp behind her back that had become completely messy, then grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it at him fiercely.

This time, Yuan Ye didn’t dodge.

He smiled slightly, picked it up, and gently placed it beside her.

Then he went to the wardrobe, took out clothes and pants, slung them over his shoulder, and was about to leave the bedroom.

Chun Zao called out to stop him: “Where are you going?”

Yuan Ye turned at the doorframe, avoiding too much direct eye contact: “Shower.”

Chun Zao: “Why shower at this time?”

Yuan Ye: “Cool down. Mind your own business.”

Author’s Note: The beautiful young man’s business is none of your concern