Lin Zhou picked someone up on a rainy night.
Golden hair, golden eyes, burning all over. His name was Yi Ang, which sounded like "sheep."
From then on, a "little sheep" with an enormous appetite moved into his rented apartment.
The little sheep couldn't use chopsticks, got irritated by the fizz in cola, cried over melodramatic TV shows, and was unbelievably bad at video games but refused to give up.
The little sheep said he came from a place very, very far away, so far that it had no end.
Lin Zhou said, "So what? You're living at my place now."
They ate street food together, watched the sunset from the rooftop together, and fought off giant monsters that threatened the city together.
Lin Zhou thought that living like this for the rest of his life would be pretty nice.
The little sheep said nothing.
He only looked at Lin Zhou, the whole world's sunset reflected in his golden eyes.
He had lived for so, so long, long enough to see countless sunsets.
But this was the first time someone had watched one with him.
