A safety button, round and cold, felt hot when it lay in his palm.
That's what he picked up. From an alley in autumn. That day someone picked him up from the ground and stuffed him into an old wardrobe. After the cabinet door closed, he heard the heartbeats of two people - so close that he couldn't tell which one was his. He thought it was just a chance encounter. Later, that person became his deskmate, the shadow that followed half a step behind him on his way home, and the only light he dared to see after closing his eyes at night. A white shirt, the faint fragrance of washing powder, and four words stamped with footprints on the snow. After drinking wine all night on New Year's Eve, hibiscus flowers bloomed in the empty wine bottles. He thought, it turns out that life can be like this.
Concept: Love is real, even if its carrier is not.
Love can cross the boundary between fiction and reality and leave real traces on people.