I have always stubbornly believed that the lives of two people are like two parallel rays, extending freely on their own orbits. It seems that there is really a pair pulling them to intersect. If they just pass by, maybe everything will never happen, but God just allows them to meet so real.
Two rays that intersect at a point end up shooting in two directions.
Yunfeng's lonely eyes, Zhao Yang's clean smile, and Jingshu's claws and teeth, in my twenty-three-year-old memory, are like flying flowers floating freely, as light as a dream!