She is fourteen and he is twenty-four. In the corridor, she squatted there crying, and he handed her a can of Coke. She said "Thank you brother" and he was stunned.
He is the ashes, the burnt ashes. She was the fire that rekindled him.
Three years of underground love. She called him brother, and he called her Huanhuan. The attic was leaking and the bed was very narrow. They slept crowded together, with their backs pressed against their chests, and their heartbeats intertwined.
She thought it was well hidden. In fact, everyone in the world knows it, except her parents.
Concept: Love is their luxury, but they are willing to spend everything for it.