A COLD

Xiujun stood up and went to the bar. Yes, this crazy old man had a bar in his library.

"Where's mom?"

"That's not the answer to my question."

Xiujun sensed the man close to him and turned around, only to be met with those big eyes, already shrinking back in, as the years passes by.

"An arms length," he put out his hand to push the man back. "That's more like it." Xiujun said when his arm straightened.

"You got hurt." The smile on the man's face disappeared. "You hurt your wrist some weeks ago and now? Your jaw too?" The man tried to reach for his jaw.

Xiujun avoided the man's touch. "I hurt myself,"

"Like that? Or Jing..."

"No. He didn't do this, I did it myself." Xiujun moved away from the man's reach. "I'm okay."

"I'll pretend to believe!" He smirked. 

"I swear I really caused this!" Xiujun asserted.

"Really?" The man confuted. "You've learned to lie, I must say. Perhaps, you're trying to protect him."