Before meeting He Xian, Hai Qing heard about his reputation for beauty. When he saw the real person, Hai Qing thought he was just a heart-eating goblin.
When he first met Hai Qing, He Xian felt that his eyes were as sharp as Hai Dongqing's, but his temper was as stupid as that of the silly roe deer from the northeast next door. When he lost everything for himself, He Xian still thought that he was stupid, as stupid as Hai Er who lived next door.
When he was young, Hai Qing put a bite of a peach into He Xian's mouth regardless of He Xian's protests: "Eat it quickly. I have tasted this. It is not sour."
As a teenager, looking at Hai Qing with a bruised nose and swollen face, He Xian said with his head full of black lines, "Why are you fighting again?"
"Who told that brat to talk about your mother?" Looking at He Xian with a gloomy face, Hai Qing said with no confidence, "No, he was talking about my mother."
The young man looked at the man who was standing not far away from him but hesitated to step forward. A teasing smile appeared on He Xian's lips. The backlight blurred his profile, but his outstretched hand was filled with indescribable persistence: "Let's go, I'll take you home."