Chapter One: The Bear Who Wouldn't Take Off Its Head

“Do counselors treat vocal cords now?” “No. We treat fear.” She handed him warm water. “Three years ago, you fell from a stage lift at the Linjiang Festival. The news blamed the machinery, but your right hand shakes whenever you approach the edge.” He put that hand in his pocket. “Do you normally charge for observing strangers?” “Today's free.” She smiled. “Your songs kept me company through a lot of nights.” The words were too gentle for him to deflect with sarcasm. The stadium was only a third full for his opening set. Someone shouted Shen Xiao's name during an old ballad. After the final light died, Xinghe returned backstage and found Mianmian by the fire stairs, holding a crying girl.