Clouds Arrive Late

[Mutual pining]

The story of Yang Jiayun and Chu Yun began in the summer of 2013.

In that little place, two gentle and kind people found themselves swept up in boundless affection.

On the night the wind stirred the folded paper cranes, Chu Yun wondered: Was the Yun in his own name the same Yun as hers?

At the Wen Garden exhibition, he wrote only Yang Jia beside the name Chu Yun. His Yun was her Yun.

They first met in early June, but never embraced that August. In time, their regrets faded. They understood each other, knowing that when someone cares enough to worry about you, you can guess why, even if they don't tell you.