I saw his happy sadness, his contented apologies, and his happy comfort. I completely forgot that the number one on my phone was a man named Ye Kai, and the group he set was "Family"; I forgot that the photo in my wallet was a Valentine's Day photo of me and a man I had followed for three years; I forgot that I lost an MD today, and it belonged to a man named Ye Kai - my man. I just looked at Tong Feng's arms and leaned forward An Ran. What I thought of was the afternoon two years ago when he took me flying over the corner of Juzi Street where there were many parasol trees. The wind lifted a gorgeous corner of my new cheongsam, revealing my young, pale and weak calves and knees.