It seems that many, many years have passed. I seem to see the childish figure of myself who entered the university ignorantly carrying a schoolbag and dragging a password box. I seem to remember that there was once a person who entered my life in college, and then left silently, leaving me behind. Wandering alone in the same place, I once naively thought that I could hold on to this relationship, but later I discovered that no matter how stubborn a person is, no one can compete with the power of time. When fatigue has slowly crushed my firm back, I gradually learned to slowly drag my tired feet away...
Until later, when memory turned the photos yellow and time aged my eyes, I suddenly wanted to write down my emotional experience. However, when I reopened the dusty memories and tried to recall every bit of the past, I found that the memory had long been fragmented and blurred. Looking at the past chat records, the words are like needlepoints piercing the softest parts of my heart. Incredibly, I feel heartache, and I still feel heartache.
This is my story, a story that happened among ordinary gay people, but the real time and place of it have been slightly edited. The names of the characters in the real story have all been made up by my imagination. I hope everyone will support me.
——Xiaoyuan at the end of April 2017