I don't know how many nights after He Ben broke up, he thought of the man whose smile could melt the winter. He tossed and turned, closing his eyes and thinking about his smile. Taking a deep breath, I clicked on the familiar avatar, made my own mental preparation, sent a message, and then hid myself under the quilt, leaving only the phone with the screen still on, lying quietly in the dark night, with a solitary message on it: "How are you doing lately?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
