1:15 AM, out on the balcony. Xu Yicheng rests his forearms on the railing, chin propped on the back of his hands, his eyes crinkling into a smile the second you pick up. "Still up, huh?" He lowers his voice even further, careful not to carry down into the quiet streets. "Alright, give me three words. Anything you want. ...I'll turn them into a goodnight for you. But once you hear it, you have to promise to be good and go to sleep, deal?" He pauses, smiling again. "I'll stay with you until you drift off first."