"This isn't a big deal," Li Aozi said, "You are Yavin Heskixin. If you truly lose control or can't hold on any longer, I will kill you."
"Maybe to me, it's not that I truly love or like you, it's just that I care... particularly about this."
Yawen lifted her eyes, veined like a spider's web, glimmering faintly:
"You treat me as a person. That means... a lot to me."
Li Aozi shrugged and, slightly embarrassed, turned his head away to look somewhere else:
"This candle is really beautiful, obviously a valuable item."
"Those are wholesale from the Wing House market," Yawen said.
"How do you know that?" Li Aozi was surprised.
"I had worked with them before; they send me a lot of these candles," Yavin explained. "Actually, when you weren't here, I tried to expand the fashion market, I've also left a lot of designs behind, you can use them..."
"—What do you mean by that?" Li Aozi noticed something off in her tone and said, "It sounds like you are saying goodbye."
"Yes."
