Vertigo

He watched Qingzhe's figure gradually disappear among the crowds that bloomed and faded.

Suddenly, he remembered that winter day. In the sunlight, a person standing alone on a street corner turned around, and his heart leaped just like that of a sixteen-year-old falling in love for the first time.

A love that felt like one long, dizzy spell.

Perhaps it is plain and full of little everyday things. But I've done my best to make it feel warm and tender.