When I was 21 years old, Guan Yan and I broke up.
After I was 16 years old, he supported me. The winter I left him was so cold, the snow rushed into my neck, like a fine needle penetrating my throat.
I wanted to speak, but what came before my words was the dry smell of blood in my throat.
I don't know what's wrong, I just feel so cold, and sleepiness is hovering above my head.
Maybe I should take a nap, he said before, just take a nap when you are tired.
Purpose: Tell a small story to the world
