Buds of A Marigold — V

Present.

Li Xinyuan opened his eyes, golden irises gleaming as he gazed up at the sky in a blank manner, his arms slackened as he once again collapsed on the grass, letting out a deep breath.

His hand once more stretched towards the sky, his eyes unfocused as he closed his fist around the crescent moon.

"That was then, this is now." He spoke, slowly pulling himself out of the trip down the memory lane. "It has been more than two and a half decades, I'm fine now."

Hu Lijing took a deep breath, staring unblinkingly at the surgeon as he let out a snort. Yeah, sure. He definitely was not lying. At all.

Li Xinyuan could be a terrible liar when he was not putting an effort to lie. Looking at him now, who would want to believe even a single word from his mouth that claimed that he was alright?

Not Hu Lijing. He knew himself and he knew Li Xinyuan well enough. But, he supposes he could let the man live in his bubble a little longer.