Every Moonlight Counts as a Reunion

I remember your details more than you as a person. Your voice is the lingering sound lingering in my cochlea. When you miss me, just listen to the evening breeze. Maybe the wind that blew through your hair is swirling around the wind chimes by my window. The evening breeze wraps up the words we haven't finished, and it feels like we are whispering in my ears even though we are separated by several cities. If this is the end, then I just want to be with you This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.