Mo Jingyan had never imagined that she would end up with Shang Yu'er.
Her life was an uneventful commute between two places. She chose Shang Yu'er as a roommate simply because of the convenient location and low rent.
Having a place to stay was a rare chance to catch her breath and establish a foothold in the big city.
When she first moved into the new place, Mo Jingyan had no interest in her carefree, even overly spontaneous roommate. Colorful clothes were scattered around the house, and unfamiliar accessories would appear on the coffee table from time to time. To Mo Jingyan, Shang Yu'er was so uninhibited that they might as well have belonged to different worlds.
Until one night, Shang Yu'er, a little drunk, knocked on the bedroom door Mo Jingyan usually kept tightly shut.
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Later, the dinnerware that had only occasionally needed setting out became a regular pair of place settings. Shang Yu'er, who often came home late, began joining her for meals more often. The scent of soap at home replaced the scent she carried, and even plain-colored clothes began appearing in her wardrobe.
Sometimes, Mo Jingyan would deliberately leave her door slightly ajar, letting the warm light from her room spill out. Whenever Shang Yu'er came home, she would be filled with undisguised delight and excitement. Her lively eyes became a rare splash of color in Mo Jingyan's stagnant life.
Those colors slowly turned into a visible confession, then into whispered words beneath the night sky and tiny red marks scattered across collarbones.
Just as the weather can be unpredictable, a rare clear sky can suddenly give way to a downpour.
"Mo Jingyan, you always make a big deal out of everything."
"I'm begging you, stop trying to control me."
After a downpour, the sky usually doesn't clear right away.
"What about the future you planned? Weren't those things all your idea in the first place?"
Shang Yu'er waved her off impatiently, and Mo Jingyan chose to disappear from her world.
Shang Yu'er was no more than a gust of wind passing through Mo Jingyan's life. When the wind came, everything stirred. When it left, silence reigned.
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Shang Yu'er had assumed Mo Jingyan would come and make it up to her, like she had after every previous fight. She figured that if she said a few nice things, she could get back together with Mo Jingyan as easily as before.
But Mo Jingyan moved out, leaving behind all the things that held their shared memories. She didn't take a single one.
Shang Yu'er had never imagined that one day she would sit in the dark with red-rimmed eyes, her voice hoarse as she stubbornly, vulnerably whispered, "Come back and live here, okay? I'll pay the rent. I'll put my clothes away. I'll do whatever you want."
Mo Jingyan was silent for a moment, then said:
"Let's leave it here. I'm someone who keeps both feet on the ground, so I can't fly as far as you can."
Theme: Seize the present
