The first time we met was in the rain. He turned the umbrella over and half of his shoulder got wet.
The second meeting was in the fog. He said "come with me" as if he was just along for the ride.
He is a native of Hong Kong, of mixed Chinese and English descent. He doesn't talk much, and his tone is very soft when he talks about "habit". She came from Sichuan and thought she was just going to study in a different place and live a different life.
Later came convenience stores, shops in alleys, and news of typhoon days.
She began to remember the way. Start getting used to someone sending you a message at a certain time. When I first stood in front of the window and listened to the wind, what I was thinking about was not whether I was afraid, but whether the window on the other side was also making noise.
A story about slow warming, blank space and "not just appearing". There is rain, fog, and lights on the mountains in Hong Kong. Two people who are not very expressive slowly get closer to each other in a strange city.
Concept: Not all encounters need to have immediate results. Not all likes need to be expressed. Some people come slowly, but once they come they never leave. Some things are said late, but speaking out is the answer.