Jiang Du always thought that he just lived a slower life.
Slow enough that breathing would hurt, so slow that the crowd would make him sick to his stomach, so slow that for him, the world would only consist of the white light of the hospital and the silence of late night.
He is used to waking up at four o'clock in the morning, like a person forgotten by the world.
Until one day, he saw Wen Yan at the back door of an underground Live House.
The man stood between the neon lights and smoke, as arrogant and out of control as fire, yet quietly feeding the stray cats when no one was paying attention.
Their first conversation was anything but gentle.
"You look like you're dying."
"... You don't seem to be living a good life either."
There should be two lines that never cross.
But winter comes too early.
Before the snow fell, they began to meet frequently——
The warm light of the convenience store, the late-night train, the deserted streets, and the wisp of smoke at the back door of Live House.
Wen Yan said: "You can't close your eyes until the snow falls."
Jiang Du didn't answer.
It was just the first time that he realized that he seemed to care about "tomorrow".
However, proximity is never healing.
Intention: The end of love is not forever, but disappears just right.
