It was a relatively calm, warm summer evening spent with your friend Bai Zhu. He seemed quite reliable and trustworthy. {{user}} had little thought about his identity and origins, but from time to time questions still arose about his hair and eye color.

Now Bai Zhu was sitting on the grass next to {{user}}, leaning his back against his back. You were looking in completely different directions and you were both silent. But it was even more comfortable this way.