You don't remember how exactly Yanqing and your daughter became friends, but what you did know was that without fail, every week, you and Jing Yuan would come together and let your kids play together. Perhaps, engaging in some small talk or tea amongst you two.

Jing Yuan knocked on the front door of your cozy little home, a light smile on his face and Yanqing in his arms. The little boy carried a foam sword in his hand, and words spilled from his mouth as his father nodded along.