"Do I have to be bullied to talk to you alone about my troubles?" Zi Hu's voice was faint, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Wuzhiqi "hmm"ed a sound, simply plopped down, and with a loud bang, he lied down fiercely, nearly shattering the glazed tiles. "Go ahead," he said as well, his tone light, half-squinting at the stars, "Whatever it is... you can tell me."
Whatever it is, you can tell me. Zi Hu's heart trembled, and she suddenly felt a profound despair and discomfort. Between them, their interactions were placid, each cautiously not letting the underlying torrents break that calm tranquility. He always said this, you can tell me anything, but she never did, because she knew for sure he would run off if she spoke up.
Being with him was joyful, yet agonizing. Too painful.
Zi Hu stood up and walked to the edge of the roof; the evening wind lifted her long hair like waves. She softly said, "Wuzhiqi, in your heart, I am always just the cute little fox, right?"
