"Both are. I also write. Poetry, mostly. And I collect antiques."

All kind of odd hobbies for someone as young as him, maybe, in this day and age, but Huaisang is who he is and doesn't change. He heads into the kitchen to fetch a couple of bottles of purified water from the fridge and hands one of them over.

"What about you, Wanyin? Do you have any hobbies?"

He walks over to the sofa with the throw pillows and sits down, patting the spot beside him.