Ash was busy applying medicine to his open wound. From afar, Qian winced in pain, noticing the fresh wound that still adorned Ash's back.

"Is something wrong?" Ash noticed. He turned around, adjusting his sitting position to get a better look at Qian. Qian's eyes were still puffy from the unexpected crying session.

"No…" Qian's voice was really soft, barely audible. Ash simply nodded, pretending to understand what Qian was saying.

After an hour of being busy applying the medicine, Ash was finished. Initially, Ash was about to call Qian to return the medicine box. However, Qian had already fallen asleep. He was sleeping in a sitting position, his head tilted upward.

"Pfft…" Ash laughed a little.

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Chirp, chirp! The birds sang, calling to each other. Qian woke up from his deep sleep. Wait, deep sleep? Didn't he sleep sitting up with his head tilted upwards?

"Yes, I did sit on the edge and then fell asleep. My head was tilted upwards. Is that clear?"

Wait a minute, how come you can hear me talking?

"Come on, don't pretend you don't know. You've been following me since yesterday, standing and sitting on the edge."

AH! So you're aware... Then start telling your own story.

Okay, I'll start from this moment. As far as I can remember, last night I slept in the corner of my apartment, curled up in the cold. However, for some reason this morning I was already asleep on my bed wrapped in my own blanket. When I came out, there was no sign of Ash in the living room. Maybe he had already left. Never mind, I had to go to work. In the morning, I work as a clerk at a convenience store. In the afternoon, I work as a milkman in the XXX complex. And finally, at night, I work as a cashier at a bakery. Why do I work so much? Well, fate, maybe? A year ago my parents divorced and left me alone, without giving me a single penny to live on. The result? I have to support myself. Sigh…