Zhou Chunian shook his head and flicked away the fire between his fingers. When he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Xiaobao squatting on the ground in the distance, crying hoarsely.
Many years later, a man and a woman sat comfortably by the Seine River. The woman dragged her chin with her hands and watched the boats coming and going on the river. The man looked at the woman dotingly... What came to mind was still the scene when they first met...