"I've been scared sometimes."
Bai Ma turned his head and looked forward. It was black tea that the servant had just brewed.
"I'm afraid of flying insects, afraid of pain, afraid of a person, afraid of many, many." I couldn't hear what I was saying, because this was not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that I was afraid that I would lose myself.
"You won't be alone. You also have Aunt Xizi, Uncle Guangrang, and... And me."