"Brother Donglin..."
"Brother Donglin!"
She wasn't calling him to do anything, just expressing an infinite longing and reluctance—after all, parting was imminent, and she saw the approach of dawn.
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, there was no trace of tenderness or affection. His tone was even somewhat harsh and indifferent: "Xixi, it's time to go."
She stood up, rubbing her eyes.
"Xixi, you must remember my instructions, do not come back for the next two years! If I don't come to Boston to find you, remember, you must not leave, understand?"
She nodded obediently: "Brother Donglin, don't worry."
He was even more stern: "If you act on your own or change your mind, it will put me in great danger, understand? Xixi, the greatest help you can give me is to completely leave this circle of mine. Remember, absolutely do not try to be clever."
