Chapter 78 Going Home

Chapter 78 Going Home

Xie Guiluan's heart was racing as he coaxed Cen Wu, asking for his phone number. Cen Wu mumbled an unfamiliar number, which clearly didn't belong to this reality.

Cen Wu's eyelids were red and swollen, his pale cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness, and he was completely out of it.

"Baby," Xie Guiluan lowered his head, his fingertips caressing Cen Wu's cheek, coaxing him, "Where is your home?"

Cen Wu was still drunk, but Xie Guiluan had asked him several questions in a row. Even though he was drunk, he felt something was off. He murmured softly in response, not saying another word.

Xie Guiluan didn't press him. He reached out to Cen Wu, wanting to hold him, and said, "Baby, let's go home first, okay?"

Cen Wu was still thinking about the grilled squid Xie Guiluan hadn't given him. His long, curled lashes were clumped together with tears, which fell one after another, streaking down his pale cheeks. He sobbed, "I want to eat."

Xie Guiluan's heart ached as well. He raised his hand to wipe Cen Wu's tears and coaxed him to eat, unwrapping the bag and handing it to him.

Cen Wu was wearing a down jacket with the hood up, most of his face hidden, only his delicate chin visible. He ate while tears fell, and when he looked up, his eyes were red, filled with hurt and sadness.

Xie Guiluan had a cold, handsome face with pale skin, only his thin lips a deep red, which made him seem aloof, as if he needed others to beg him for love or a kiss. Yet here he was, calling Cen Wu "baby" repeatedly, warning him to be careful of the heat.

Cen Wu, annoyed, pushed Xie Guiluan's face away, but Xie Guiluan grabbed his hand, saying, "Baby, why are your hands so cold?"

Zhang Yuanzhou and the other boys were drunk, lying on the table asleep, or they would have been shocked to hear this.

It was already past ten at night, and there were few customers left in the shop. Cen Wu kept crying, though it was quiet and muffled, it was still obvious he was crying.

The remaining customers couldn't help but sneak glances at him and Xie Guiluan.

The shop owner thought it was just a lovers' quarrel. Having run the shop for so many years, he was used to such scenes and chuckled to himself.

If they had started fighting, he might have intervened, but since they were just coaxing each other, what could possibly go wrong?

As Cen Wu ate, he suddenly started looking for his phone. He tugged at his down jacket hood, his lashes stuck together, messily curled, and sobbed, "I... I didn't pay."

Xie Guiluan felt both heartache and adoration, his thin lips curling slightly as he handed the phone to Cen Wu.

Cen Wu took the phone, still dazed, and couldn't even unlock it properly. Xie Guiluan helped steady his hand, and only then did he manage to unlock it. But seeing the screen, he got even more upset, tears streaming down as he cried, "Where's my money?"

"Baby," Xie Guiluan's dark peach blossom eyes lifted, his gaze soft as he coaxed, "Let me help you find it, okay?"

Cen Wu refused to let him touch it, saying he hated him, and continued to poke at the phone with tears falling. But he was too dizzy to even open the payment page. Xie Guiluan had no choice but to reach out and hold him.

Xie Guiluan was thin, but his shoulders had already broadened from adolescence to adulthood, making him easy to hold. Cen Wu, held by him, obediently stopped moving around.

Xie Guiluan took his phone, intending to turn it off and take him home, but his eyes fell on the screen and he suddenly froze.

Cen Wu had accidentally tapped into his previous search history, which he had drunkenly searched when Xie Guiluan went to buy the grilled squid. The screen clearly displayed:

Why doesn't transmigration include a system?

Where is my system?

Why don't I have a system?

Why doesn't transmigration come with savings?

...

Xie Guiluan: "..."

Xie Guiluan didn’t have time to dwell on it. The grilled fish shop closed at half past ten. He wrapped a scarf around Cen Wu, zipped up his down jacket, and decided to take him out. The driver was waiting for them outside.

Cen Wu hugged his waist, his snow-white ears tinged with red, moving slowly but obediently, making your heart melt.

Xie Guiluan asked him to raise his arm, and he did so. When Xie Guiluan put the scarf on him, he obediently lifted his head, his beautiful, misty eyes gazing at Xie Guiluan.

Xie Guiluan resisted the urge to kiss him, only brushing his lips against the top of Cen Wu’s head, then pulled him into his arms and prepared to leave.

Zhang Yuanzhou and the other guys were still asleep. Xie Guiluan hadn’t planned to care about their well-being, but Cen Wu might be concerned and could become upset. Their deaths would cause complications.

Xie Guiluan paused, holding Cen Wu, then turned around and sharply rapped his knuckles on the table a few times.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Zhang Yuanzhou was startled awake, lifting his head in panic to meet Xie Guiluan’s cold face and those dark eyes that seemed especially deep in the winter night.

Zhang Yuanzhou shivered, half-sober from the scare.

Xie Guiluan’s thin lips were pressed into a cold line. He didn’t say anything, and once he saw Zhang Yuanzhou open his eyes, he took Cen Wu and left.

Zhang Yuanzhou finally realized where he was and quickly nudged the other guys beside him. “Wake up, why are you all passed out here? Hurry up and go home!”

“Go… go home.” Cen Wu, held by Xie Guiluan, seemed to hear what Zhang Yuanzhou was saying.

He tried to turn his head but was stopped by Xie Guiluan’s shoulder. His eyes were still wet, glistening under the streetlights in the deep winter night.

Then he mumbled, “I want to go home too.”

Xie Guiluan cupped his cheeks and rubbed them gently, his throat tightening. He could probably understand that Cen Wu didn’t mean the current home, but he didn’t know where Cen Wu’s home was.

Perhaps it was somewhere very far away.

He might never make it there in his lifetime.

Cen Wu squirmed, not very cooperative, pushing Xie Guiluan away and refusing to be held. He shuffled forward on his own. The snowy ground was slippery at night, and Xie Guiluan, afraid he might fall, could only hold him tighter, whispering hoarsely, “Be good, we’re going home.”

The driver, seeing them come out, quickly got out to open the car door.

Xie Guiluan had never heard of “transmigrating into a book,” but from the name, it seemed to mean entering a book… Perhaps his world was a novel, and he didn’t know what role he played in it.

This might explain why Cen Wu knew so much about him, why he knew things he shouldn’t have.

Xie Guiluan didn’t care about whether this was a novel or not. He had existed in this world for over a decade, and every step he took was etched into his bones. He had no regrets and had never wavered.

He had met Cen Wu here, and no matter what, this world was real to him.

But his chest still felt slightly tight.

Cen Wu had read this novel before. The distance between them was as far as looking up at the moon, yet also as close as every word, every trace of his existence, lying beneath Cen Wu’s palm, within his reach.

Xie Guiluan helped Cen Wu into the car, but Cen Wu became restless again, clinging to Xie Guiluan’s arm and hiding behind it.

Cen Wu’s face was half-buried in the scarf, only his dark, wet eyes visible, tears welling up in them. His voice was muffled as he whispered to Xie Guiluan, “Why… why is it so dark?”

Xie Guiluan turned on the backseat light for him. Cen Wu glanced at the night outside the window but didn’t let go, telling Xie Guiluan he was scared.

Xie Guiluan was wearing a long black down jacket. He unzipped it and wrapped Cen Wu in his arms. Cen Wu rested his head on Xie Guiluan’s chest, sniffling softly, but finally calmed down.

The driver had worked for the Cen family for many years. In the past, Cen Wu had often bullied him, and he had dared not get angry or speak up. He thought he would hate Cen Wu, but now, seeing him like this, he felt a softness in his heart.

The driver didn’t know what Cen Wu was afraid of, but he comforted him, “Don’t be scared, young master. I’ll drive smoothly. You can sleep for a while, and when you wake up, we’ll be home. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Cen Wu didn't speak; he buried himself in Xie Guiluan's embrace. Xie Guiluan could feel him clutching his sweater, and soon his chest was soaked through. His heart also felt the dampness from the tears.

When drunk, Cen Wu became very clingy, chattering nonstop and pestering Xie Guiluan, asking who he was and why he was holding him.

At first, Xie Guiluan said he was Xie Guiluan, then Cen Wu asked again. His thin, crimson lips curled slightly, his eyes smiling with a hint of mischief, and he whispered, "I'm your boyfriend, okay?"

Cen Wu lay in his arms, dazed for a moment, before mumbling unhappily, "I... I don't have a boyfriend."

"You will soon," Xie Guiluan teased, leaning down to kiss the tip of Cen Wu's cold ear.

Softened by the kiss, Cen Wu mumbled, "I... I hate you."

"Mm," Xie Guiluan nuzzled him, "I like you."

Cen Wu held back, his cold, pale ears turning red, his eyelashes damp and droopy, slurring, "I hate you."

"My liking you is enough," Xie Guiluan murmured, holding him close and kissing the top of his head. "It's okay if you hate me."

Xie Guiluan had known since he was very young that love is a painful thing, no matter what kind of love it is. Without reciprocation, it's painful, always agonizing.

Just like he loved Song Lingwei, he could admit it himself, he used to love Song Lingwei very much. Even though she was never a competent mother, he never abandoned her. But Song Lingwei didn't love him; in many cases, hate was more prevalent than love.

He would rather Cen Wu not like him than have him secretly like him for years without his knowledge.

The driver parked the car in the Cen family estate, still some distance from the main house. Cen Wu was dizzy, so Xie Guiluan carried him on his back.

He found it hard to feel any affection for Guan Xingxue and the others, but he hoped they would be kind to Cen Wu. Cen Wu probably liked them a lot, and he wondered if someone was taking care of Cen Wu in another world.

Xie Guiluan had always been perceptive; he could sense that Cen Wu was actually quite timid, even afraid of walking at night.

Cen Wu used to pick him up from work, always clinging to him on their way home at night. If he had known Cen Wu earlier, he could have accompanied him on many night walks.

Cen Wu didn't want to be carried, squirming to get down, but Xie Guiluan held his legs firmly.

Unable to break free, Cen Wu could only cling to Xie Guiluan's neck, tears falling as he whispered for help, "Xie... Xie Guiluan, come get me."

"What do you like about him?" Xie Guiluan asked, bouncing him slightly as he held his legs. "He always picks on you."

Cen Wu himself would hit and scold Xie Guiluan, but hearing others speak ill of Xie Guiluan made him unhappy. He struggled harder, kicking Xie Guiluan, not allowing him to speak badly.

Xie Guiluan, kicked, instead smiled, teasing him, "Is it the kind of liking where you consider him your boyfriend?"

Cen Wu, resting on his shoulder with his arms around Xie Guiluan's neck, suddenly fell silent.

"Baby," Xie Guiluan turned his head, looking at him.

Cen Wu, dazed, reached out to touch Xie Guiluan's face. It hadn't snowed that night, but the snow in Huaijing hadn't melted yet. The moonlight reflected off, highlighting Xie Guiluan's deep-set eyes. Cen Wu's mind was muddled, not recognizing Xie Guiluan at first. After a while, he hugged Xie Guiluan's neck again, closing his eyes and whispering very softly:

"He is the moon in the sky."

-

Cen Wu had no idea how he got home that night. He slept for a long time, having drunk a bit too much, waking up in the middle of the night with a headache, feeling someone holding him, massaging him.

Guan Xingxue brought painkillers, couldn't help but say, "Why did you drink so much?"

Xie Guiluan pursed his lips, also regretting it. He liked Cen Wu clinging to him and acting coquettish, but he didn't want to see him suffer.

He had gone to buy grilled squid, leaving Cen Wu alone, who secretly downed two bottles of alcohol—mixing liquor with beer—and ended up this drunk. He should have taken Cen Wu with him, not left him alone.

After taking the medicine, Cen Wu hugged Xie Guiluan's waist and continued to sleep, waking up the next evening. Xie Guiluan sat by the bed, accompanying him, holding a competition book in his hand.

"Awake?" Xie Guiluan put down the book in his hand upon hearing Cen Wu's soft murmurs, and gently touched his head, worried that he might have a fever after crying so much last night in the cold.

Cen Wu kicked off the blanket and sat up groggily, having blacked out from drinking the night before and unable to remember anything. Facing Xie Guiluan, he felt inexplicably guilty, fearing that he might have caused a scene while drunk.

Lu Jian had mentioned that Cen Wu had a bad temper when drunk, lashing out at anyone in sight. Once, after a conflict with a producer, he had held back his anger and said nothing. But at the evening banquet, after drinking too much, he had pointed at the producer and cursed him out. Lu Jian and the others had wanted to stop him, but no one dared to intervene.

Cen Wu himself had no idea about this. No wonder the producer had a dark expression the next day at the set but didn't dare to oppose him again.

He must have said some really nasty things.

Cen Wu was terrified he might have cursed Xie Guiluan while drunk. He couldn't bear the thought, but Xie Guiluan's expression was calm, and it didn't seem like anything had happened. Cen Wu felt uneasy but slightly relieved.

The Cen family was a sprawling family with many branches, and every New Year's Eve, they held a family banquet at the old Cen family mansion. Though called a family banquet, it was more like a lavish gala with hundreds of attendees.

Cen Junshan's parents had already passed away, but Guan Xingxue's parents were still alive, though they lived abroad most of the time.

Guan Xingxue had few relatives, and her family connections were sparse, consisting mainly of her and her parents. So every year during the New Year, she would bring her parents to the old Cen family mansion to celebrate together.

The elderly loved the lively atmosphere, and there were always many children around the Cen family.

Guan Xingxue and Cen Junshan planned to reveal at the banquet that their child had been swapped by the Xie family, exposing Xie Guiluan's true identity.

Xie Guiluan had no objections and was indifferent to it.

Guan Xingxue was a bit worried about Cen Wu, afraid that he might feel neglected, but Cen Wu was actually quite happy. His biggest wish had always been for Xie Guiluan to come home.

Guan Xingxue took Cen Wu and Xie Guiluan to have a few suits custom-made. Cen Xiao, already accustomed to being ignored, went ahead and had a suit made for himself.

As the New Year approached, Xie Guiluan had only called Guan Xingxue "Mom" once after changing how he addressed her. The next time would probably be when he and Cen Wu got married. If they didn't get married, he would only call her that once in his lifetime.

Guan Xingxue was still quite satisfied. At least she had been called "Mom" once, unlike some people who were just "Chairman Cen."

Cen Junshan wore a scowl. He still thought Xie Guiluan was going too far. If he wanted to pursue someone, he should do it properly. What was the point of always being so physical? But since Cen Wu didn't get angry, he couldn't say much.

On New Year's Eve, the day of the family banquet, Xie Guiluan remained as indifferent as ever.

Xie Guiluan wasn't being stubborn or threatening anyone. He simply felt it was unnecessary. He only called Guan Xingxue "Mom" because he saw her as Cen Wu's mother. Since Cen Junshan didn't approve of his relationship with Cen Wu, he had no reason to change his way of addressing him.

If Cen Junshan got angry over this and tried to kick him out, that would be even better. Cen Wu would definitely feel sorry for him and would surely leave with him, never to part.

If it weren't for Cen Wu, Xie Guiluan felt he would have chosen to stay with the Cen family. He hated too many people, and to ensure they met a miserable end, he would pay any price.

But now, with Cen Wu, although he still wanted revenge, that desire no longer overshadowed everything else. So he didn't put on too much of an act in front of the Cen family.

He could wait until the day he could exact his revenge, without necessarily having to rely on the Cen family.

Cen Junshan sat on the sofa with a newspaper, holding back his anger, and finally turned to Guan Xingxue as if nothing had happened, saying, "I think this island would be a good place for a wedding."

Guan Xingxue: "..."

Stop pretending.

"..." Xie Guiluan paused, his thin lips pressing together and then relaxing. He walked over and said, "Dad, I'd like to take a look too."

Cen Junshan: "..."

Don't call me that.

I'm Chairman Cen.

Cen Junshan couldn't help but smile and handed the newspaper to him. It was indeed a small island very suitable for hosting a wedding.

Cen Wu felt very nervous at the thought of the banquet. Guan Xingxue knew he didn't like such occasions, so she didn't force him to meet anyone, but Cen Wu had to attend tonight.

If he didn't come, people would surely think that Cen Wu had been abandoned by the Cen family. The original host had offended too many people, and without protection now, Cen Wu could be easily trampled upon.

As night fell, the Cen family manor was brilliantly lit, and the banquet hall was bustling with activity. Cen Wu peeked downstairs, his legs trembling, and he quickly shrank back.

In fact, many had already heard the news about finding the child, but hearing it directly from Cen Junshan still caused a stir.

The banquet hall was buzzing with hidden tensions, but it didn't affect the dressing room area.

Xie Guiluan, tall and long-legged, looked strikingly handsome in a suit, appearing cold and upright. But at this moment, his usually cold peach blossom eyes were curved as he reached out to hug Cen Wu, insisting that Cen Wu tie his tie for him.

Cen Xiao had already come to call them, but Xie Guiluan still wouldn't leave, as if he wouldn't go out unless Cen Wu took care of him.

"Brother," Xie Guiluan tightened his arms around Cen Wu's waist, leaning on his shoulder. His deep voice had a hook-like quality, making Cen Wu's ears turn red. Xie Guiluan still clung to him unabashedly, saying, "I don't know how, you help me."

Cen Wu felt like slapping him, not knowing why he was pretending to be pitiful. Xie Guiluan had attended banquets at the Xie family before, and surely he had tied his own tie then.

"Xiao Bao," Cen Xiao was exasperated, knocking on the door again, "Bro Xie, can you come out for a moment?"

Cen Wu: "..."

Each had their own place in the family hierarchy.

Cen Wu had no choice but to hurriedly tie Xie Guiluan's tie. Xie Guiluan cooperatively lowered his head, so obedient that Cen Wu, who originally wanted to strangle him, couldn't bear to.

Xie Guiluan didn't say any more flirtatious words, and Cen Wu finally finished tying his tie, then followed him out.

Cen Junshan took Xie Guiluan to meet several elders, while Cen Wu didn't meet anyone else, only going to see Guan Xingxue's parents, Xie Guiluan's grandparents.

They were almost eighty this year, and although they were both in good health, Guan Xingxue hadn't told them about the child swap at first, waiting until they arrived at the Cen family to mention it.

Cen Wu hesitated, head down, not daring to speak, his palms sweaty from the crowd.

Xie Guiluan's grandfather, Guan Zhong, had white hair at his temples and the thin, aged hands of an old man. He reached out and gently touched the back of Cen Wu's hand, and Cen Wu looked up, tears nearly falling.

"Let's go," Guan Zhong stood up, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smiling as he took Cen Wu's hand, "Xiao Bao, let's go eat."

It was New Year's Eve, time for the New Year's dinner.

Cen Wu nodded and followed him.

Guan Zhong took him to a corner to eat. Cen Wu had a few dumplings, then picked up his phone to secretly take pictures of Xie Guiluan.

Xie Guiluan didn't care, it didn't matter to him. The more people who were good to Xie Guiluan, the happier he was.

Guan Zhong watched him take pictures. In his youth, he had been a director, a famous one in the country, who had even collaborated with Hollywood on films, leaving a mark in the film industry and appearing in textbooks.

Several of Guan Zhong's films had significantly advanced the history of domestic cinema, pioneering in an era when domestic films were not prosperous. The textbooks hailed him as "Guan Zhong, who crossed the Guan Mountains."

Cen Wu casually took pictures, but the focus was always on Xie Guiluan, with the lights and crowd fading into the background.

After taking pictures of Xie Guiluan, Cen Wu also took a few of the guests around. The banquet hall of the Cen family's old mansion was adorned with deep crimson carpets, with carved copper lamps hanging above each table. Cen Wu adjusted the focus, capturing the solitude of the lens amidst the lively New Year's Eve.

Thinking of what Guan Xingxue had told him, Guan Zhong reached out and gently touched Cen Wu's head. The old man's palm was dry and slightly cool, but Cen Wu's eyes reddened, and he couldn't bring himself to look at his white hair.

"Grand... grandpa," Cen Wu stammered, "I... I want to go find Xie Guiluan."

Guan Zhong waved him off.

Cen Wu quickly stood up and hurried to find Xie Guiluan. He waved at Xie Guiluan in a less crowded area.

Cen Xiao was originally talking to Xie Guiluan, but then he noticed that Xie Guiluan suddenly fell silent. When he looked up, he saw Xie Guiluan decisively leave him and walk towards Cen Wu.

Cen Xiao was speechless.

Cen Xiao didn't want to scold him, but Xie Guiluan really came running like a loyal dog, immediately going over with just a beckon.

Xie Guiluan, clad in his black suit, made his way through the crowd towards Cen Wu. His face was cold and handsome, and with Cen Xiao and the others not around, few dared to initiate a conversation with him.

Cen Xiao also wanted to follow, if only to hear what Cen Wu was saying to Xie Guiluan. But he paused, feeling like he was acting like a dog too, and instantly turned around.

"I... I just want to take a little walk," Cen Wu pulled Xie Guiluan and whispered to him, "I'll be back soon."

Xie Guiluan immediately said, "I'll go with you."

Cen Wu was afraid that Xie Guiluan would follow him. The banquet hall was crowded, and he didn't dare to hug Xie Guiluan, so he just straightened his tie and reassured him, "I won't go far, I'll be back soon."

Xie Guiluan grasped his wrist. It was snowing heavily outside on New Year's Eve, and he didn't want Cen Wu to go out alone.

Cen Wu smoothed his brow, preventing him from frowning, and looked at him eagerly, clearly wanting to go out and play.

Xie Guiluan pressed his lips together. He was worried about Cen Wu but didn't want to restrict him too much. Since Cen Wu really wanted to go, he didn't stop him. Instead, he avoided the crowd, held Cen Wu's hand, and kissed it, his voice hoarse as he said, "Don't go."

Cen Wu knew that Xie Guiluan wasn't telling him not to go out, but rather not to leave him. He nodded in agreement. Xie Guiluan helped him put on a down jacket and wrapped a scarf around him before letting him go.

Cen Wu was also wearing a black long down jacket, the same style as Xie Guiluan's, both bought by Guan Xingxue.

He didn't let the driver follow him. He picked up a bouquet of red roses and took a taxi to the largest cemetery in Huaijing.

On New Year's Eve, Huaijing didn't ban fireworks this year. Fireworks were going off everywhere, blooming in the night sky and falling with the heavy snow of deep winter.

The cemetery was open at night, but few ventured there after dark, especially on New Year's Eve.

The guard glanced at him, curious about the red roses he was holding, but didn't ask much and let him in.

Cen Wu clutched the bouquet of roses as he made his way up the mountain path. He had no particular direction in mind, passing by unknown tombstones. He looked up, his breath forming white mist in the cold air.

Cen Wu kept walking forward. His skin was pale from the cold, his thin lips pressed together, and his eyes carried the cold mist of deep winter, looking particularly desolate in the night.

He stood alone in the cemetery for over half an hour until the snow grew heavier late at night and then gradually stopped. His legs were starting to stiffen, so he held the bouquet of roses and walked back down the mountain. Passing by several tombstones covered in snow, he reached out and patted them.

Cen Wu was usually timid, but he felt no fear in such places because those resting here were someone's loved ones, perhaps someone's parents.

As he passed the guardhouse, the guard noticed the snow on the roses in his arms and sighed softly.

Cen Wu looked to be in his teens. A teenager not going home on New Year's Eve, coming here with flowers, surely had no family left.

The guard stood up, opened the door for him, and let him into a sheltered area to warm up. He smiled and asked, "Why didn't you leave the flowers?"

"They're not here," Cen Wu also smiled, his eyes red from the cold, his voice trembling slightly, "I can't see them anymore. I just wanted to come for a walk. I used to come every year."

He wondered if his parents' tombstones were also covered in snow. In such a cold winter, would they miss him? Cen Wu both hoped they would and hoped they wouldn't.

They should be living well somewhere far away, no longer worrying about him.

The guard, a man in his fifties, had a child around Cen Wu's age. On duty tonight, he couldn't spend New Year's Eve with his wife and child, so he had brought some dumplings from home. He hesitated for a moment and asked Cen Wu, "Kid, have you had dinner? If not..."

"Thank you, I've already eaten," Cen Wu shook his head, holding the roses close to his chest. He paused briefly before asking the guard, "Would you like these flowers? They're not for mourning, they're a present."

The guard, not one to be superstitious, took the heavy bouquet of roses.

Cen Wu shoved his hands into his puffer jacket pockets, fixed his scarf, and turned around, planning to catch another cab home.

But he froze for a second when he looked up. On the night of Lunar New Year's Eve, Xie Guiluan stood not far away, waiting for him. He must have been waiting a while, snow covering him as he looked toward Cen Wu.

The moonlight shone brightly, lighting up the path at their feet. Xie Guiluan's gentle gaze made Cen Wu's eyes well up, tears spilling down his cheeks. His legs carried him uncontrollably toward Xie Guiluan, and soon he was running, throwing himself into Xie Guiluan's arms.

Then, Xie Guiluan's arms enveloped him tightly, pulling him close.