Mo Keke met Ge An when he was seventeen years old. At the revolving milk tea shop outside the school, vanilla and mint milkshake splashed all over her white skirt. Goan's gentle smile extended that summer.
When Mo Keke was eighteen years old. Luo Luo pressed her eyebrows: Mo Keke, you are such a fucking idiot.
Mo Keke was nineteen years old. Holding that pansy forest, Ge An, I miss you so much.
Mo Keke was twenty years old. I turned around and picked up the maple leaf label, losing myself in my memory.