We had a fierce quarrel when we broke up, and he said that I would never understand Hai's silence.
We met again at a class reunion ten years later, and there was a ring mark on his ring finger.
It was snowing when the show ended, and he stood under the streetlight waiting for me: "Jiang Xitong, there is no sea in Shanghai."
"But the sound of falling sycamore leaves is like the tide."
