1920, April 3, 3:18 in the morning. My Hong Kong friend is missing. No goodbyes, no letters. Only one sentence was left, "I'll see you later, waiting for you." The fire devoured the note. Decades of dreaming.
Updated every night after 8pm during winter and summer vacations. Apologies for late procrastination.
No heroine. Two male protagonists. No CP.
Intention: Youthful feelings, life is in a hurry.