Sterling Bian just knelt on the ground, pressed his eyes on Felix Qiu's shoulder, and cried for several minutes. Felix Qiu didn't move or speak, just patted his back gently with his hands.
"Ah," Sterling Bian felt relieved after crying. He wiped his face with his hands and stood up slowly with his knees supported, grinning. "My legs are so cold from kneeling."
"This isn't caused by kneeling, it's caused by the wind blowing all night, right?" Felix Qiu also stood up and smiled.
Sterling Bian was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him: "Fcuk, how did you know?"
"You can figure it out if you just think about it," Felix Qiu patted his arm, "this expression, this time, this place..."
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