"Wow. You were young. Sorry she died, seems like she was a nice lady." Xue Yang could kind of picture her now, she would have been pretty. Short, like Meng Yao. A nice smile and soft touches. He knew what mothers could be like, when they were nice.

He started rinsing his own hair, running his fingers along the sides of his head and deciding that he needed a haircut some time soon too. Then he turned off the showerhead, so he could set it aside and put his hands on Meng Yao's hips. So he could look at him. "You're not alone now. Never again."