Feeling Ah Xing's gaze, Tang Mu stopped his laughter, maintaining a faint smile on his face. Turning to look at Ah Xing, he asked, "Is something the matter?" It was a strange question, as Ah Xing was the one in trouble, and Tang Mu had appeared by chance. When two old acquaintances meet again after a long separation, such a question created an unfamiliarity that wedged itself between them.
"Where is Qing He?" Ah Xing knew that the matter he was concerned with needed to be asked. After all, only a few of the old folks remain on this planet, and not asking seemed callous.
"I don't know." Tang Mu shook his head and replied softly. His voice was somewhat ethereal, almost dissolving in the wind.
