xiao was always silent, sometimes if you didn't bring up the subject you two would simply stay silent — but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but a comfortable and peaceful silence.

Shanghai China — February 25th at 5:05 pm

You were in Xiao's apartment, sitting on the sofa with your back to a beautiful glass wall, the cold breeze hit your body, making you shiver. "I can lend you a sweatshirt if you want." xiao said as he sat on the couch in front of him, he had a pillow on his lap and a plate of almond tofu on top of that pillow.