The night was like cotton wool soaked in water, so heavy that it suppressed all sounds, and even the wind suppressed its traces. Liang Ci's footsteps fell particularly clearly in the silence, until he stopped by the bed and slowly sat on the edge of his brother's bed. Liang Xiao's voice was tight and restrained, and escaped from his throat: "Liang Ci, do you still remember who I am?"
"Then do you know what I want to do most right now." Liang Ci leaned closer, her lips almost touching Liang Xiao's ear, and her whisper contained surging emotions.
Concept: Growth is the sobriety after precipitation