Hmm...

Around the time of the Autumn Festival, it is traditional to eat tangyuan - a sweet rice flour ball that's served in a broth. I couldn't tell you when it happened, now, because it has certainly been centuries, but I lost track of days when I wandered the world, and stopped to have tea at a tiny shop in the middle of nowhere. I didn't really have any money, and watching everyone else eat tangyuan, I remember thinking how nice it would have been to have some... and I thought I had saved enough money that I could afford a bowl.

However, when it came time to pay, I realized I didn't have enough.

[ there's a beat, and then, xie lian smiles, his whole expression softening with the memory. ] ...But the owner of the shop gave it to me anyway, for no reason other than to simply be kind. He said it would have been a waste to throw it out, but... to me, it tasted a little sweeter that day, knowing someone simply wanted to be kind to a humble scrap collector wandering the world.

Those sorts of memories are the type I always cherish.