A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,"What did you do to my bed" he exclaimed, a spray of water droplets scattering from his freshly washed hair.,The boy tugged his hair, "That probably won't work, I estimate that I'll be going back to China during Qingming. I probably won't have time to light incense for you."。