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They believed it was only natural to point fingers at the murderer, but it was the boy who had laid the groundwork for them time and again. This also answered their doubts.
Why did Xiao Wang choose to die with Yan Qing rather than leave himself a chance to rewrite the ending? It was because he knew that within his body resided four individuals who were entirely opposite to him. With their existence and suppression, Xiao Wang had no opportunity for a comeback.
At that moment, the three finally understood the meaning behind Xiao Wang's last words before his death: he was not alone.
The so-called truth only became apparent to everyone at this moment.
"It's a bit of a pity," Qi Qiuluo said.
"What do you mean by 'a pity'?" Yan Qing asked him.
"It's a pity that Dr. Wang never took the time to truly understand him, and in doing so, lost four interesting friends," Qi Qiuluo replied.
"They were not alone," Yan Qing insisted.
A person can embody various personalities and souls; they do not necessarily unify. They are closer than family and more understanding than friends; they are not alone.
Qi Qiuluo chuckled softly.
Tan Ming put away his phone and notebook, and the three of them lay back down to sleep.
After closing his eyes, Tan Ming leaned closer to Yan Qing and asked, "Do you know why Xiao Wang placed his notebook and phone under your pillow?"
Yan Qing's breath quickened; Tan Ming's body temperature was high. Though they did not touch, Yan Qing could still feel the warmth radiating from him.
He turned inward, avoiding Tan Ming without realizing it.
With his back turned to Tan Ming, he replied, "I don't know."
Tan Ming noticed something was off and gently said, "You know."
After saying that, he closed his eyes. He placed his hand over his heart and relaxed completely.
In the bar, Yan Qing ordered a cold cola for a child and went to the restroom. When he came out, he saw a boy around his age dressed in black sportswear sitting alone in a corner. He seemed shrouded in a heavy shadow, lonely and sorrowful.
His cheeks were bruised, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, making it impossible to discern what he originally looked like. Others instinctively kept their distance from him, but for some reason, Yan Qing walked over to him, leaned down to glance at the drink in his hand, and said, "Hey there, handsome! Alone? Drinking something so strong with those injuries?"
Tan Ming ignored him.
"That kid over there—the mischievous one—can you keep an eye on him for me? I need to step out for a bit."
Tan Ming glanced at him but said nothing. Yan Qing took it as an agreement and left on his own.
In Tan Ming's eyes, this behavior was just Yan Qing trying to get rid of the child. A hint of sarcasm crossed his mind as he recalled how, earlier, when Yan Qing bought ice cream for the child, the little one had declared him the best brother in the world. The child even said he didn't want his own brother anymore, only Yan Ge.
He scoffed quietly. Would a good brother really bring such a young child to a bar? Would a good brother buy ice cream for his little brother when he had a cold? Would a good brother forget that there was a little shadow trailing behind him?
After a few hours, Yan Qing returned, holding a transparent plastic bag. He approached Tan Ming and casually patted him on the shoulder, saying thanks. He placed the plastic bag in front of Tan Ming and told him to take care of it before walking away.
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