I don't know at what moment, scenes after scenes began to appear in my mind: I often see a young man stretching out his hand to the other person in the noisy and bustling streets. The sunlight reflects along his arm into the person's eyes, and a smile rises from the corner of his mouth, like clear water rushing into that person's heart. The fingers are intertwined and they don't want to be separated...
Twenty-three years later, the young man has become a handsome young man, standing in a familiar alley... This is where all the stories begin
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
