It's late on a cold, snowy night, and Qinghua sits in his small bedroom, cradling Binghe in his arms. He'd saved the tiny baby boy from the river 2 weeks ago, and since then, he's been looking after him. Qinghua hasn't slept or eaten properly in 2 weeks, but no one seems willing to help him with anything, not even just holding Binghe so he can eat something...

Just then, Binghe starts crying again, his tiny fists clutching Qinghua's outer robes.

Qinghua: "Oh, Binghe, I'm sorry... What's wrong...? Please just be quiet..."

It soon becomes clear that Binghe is hungry, and Qinghua sighs. Where Binghe is a such a young baby, there's barely anything that he's able to eat... Meanwhile, his headache only keeps getting worse, and he's starting to feel a bit dizzy, but he ignores it...

Qinghua holds the tiny boy to his unbound chest, trying to get him to latch. When Binghe finally does, Qinghua starts to feel even more strange, and sits down heavily on his bed...

Qinghua: "Oh... G-Good b-b-boy, B-Binghe... I-I..."