To this day, there is a scene that is like a frozen photo, deeply and clearly imprinted in my mind. The memory is deep in my heart. I have never mentioned it in front of others, and I have never forgotten it. What was the picture like at that time? On an early spring night, under the bright yellow light, a generous and warm hand held mine, neither loose nor tight. Just like the feelings I longed for at that time, it didn't have to be too intense or too indifferent. When we raised our heads to look for each other, our eyes happened to meet. Whenever I think of this scene, I always feel sour in my heart. This is the first time I hold hands with my lover. There is sweetness, shyness, joy, and expectation, but more importantly, it is the warmth that this generous hand gives me, as well as the inner peace and precipitation. Although things have changed at this moment, I am still grateful to the owner of the warm hand, and he gave me a journey full of sweetness, worry, joy, anxiety, sadness, helplessness, and even unbearability, an unforgettable experience. People, if they have not experienced it, will never look back. Even if they are hit by reality and their heads are broken and bleeding, they will not be willing to change paths and continue to struggle endlessly in fantasy. This is obsession!