"Ne, Zhi, what would you do if you knew you fell in love with someone by mistake?"
"Mistakes? If I really love him, what do mistakes matter? How about you? Far?"
"I, uh... I won't let him know that I'm sure I've forgotten him. Where's Xing?"
"For me, speaking of love is impossible."
"That's right."
Sitting on the horizontal bar, the wind quietly ruffled my bangs again and again, as if it was joking with us.