บท 393: Big Bad Hybrid

11:30 p.m., SNS Lane;

Rong Xinghe and Xi Yuan walked down the narrow street as they talked about the insignificant things. The things that did and didn't matter. The things as trivial as 'What theatre play was better: Julius Caesar or the Hamlet?', and 'What color would they paint their walls with after they'd shift into their home?'. Xi Yuan had established a 'Leave work at the doorsteps' pact a lot earlier after they'd started dating. 

'But why?', she'd asked him back then.

And with a smile, he'd answered, 'Because I want to talk to the one person who means the world to me when I come back home. I want it to be just us then. I want it to be our little world, our home, after all those huge exigent battles we fight every day.' 

And he was right. He was always right, she thought. And so smart too.