"My name is Chen Lezhou." Perhaps because he was worried that his pronunciation was not standard, he repeated it in Cantonese, "Chen Lezhou." "Ji Huan." Ji Huan tilted her head. She did not look at him. Through the wisps of smoke he exhaled, she saw the streets of Hong Kong dimmed in the smoke, and saw the neon lights shrinking into dots of light and shadow. "Ji Huan." Chen Lezhou repeated, half smiling, "If we are together, it will be called joy."