At our first social gathering, we identified the constellations under the dome of the observatory.
Chen Qi pointed to the zenith: "The brightest one is the Weaver Girl."
I looked at the outline of his side face outlined by the starlight and said softly, "Hmm."
When he turned around, he saw Yuan Bing handing his coat to Zhang Zhi: "It's cold at night."
Zhang Zhi smiled and said thank you, but did not see Yuan Bing's fingertips curling up and down on the cuffs when he retracted his hand.
On the observatory, four people, two words, three hearts that dare not let the wind hear.
Only Vega is on, and it will be on forever.
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