I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the memory on my fingertips burned my skin. Your favorite Vietnamese cigarette also brings me this insect-like pain just like your departure. The night wind mixed with the fine rain lifted up the lingering curtains and caressed my skin, just like your silky skin and hair. My dear, I actually began to miss your increasingly blurry appearance 7 years and 4 months after you left. You should have expected it, you have always been so smart, you have always known my unknown helplessness and cowardice, only you, Ming Xi.