Click. Jiang Boru lit another cigarette. Lu Jingcheng said nothing as he took it away and crushed it out, waiting until the last spark had vanished. Boru fell silent. The two of them stood there without a word, neither moving. Jiang Boru wore a thin dress, while Lu Jingcheng had on a long-sleeved shirt. Shenzhen's winter nights, even when they were beginning to warm, were not so kind.
Thirteen years ago, teenage Lu Jingcheng and Jiang Boru had stood beneath that same cherry tree, admiring the blossoms at night, too entranced by the flowers to return to their dormitory. At last, Lu Jingcheng had said, “With this cherry tree as our witness, Boru, will you be my girlfriend?” The night breeze stirred, jade-white blossoms fell, and Jiang Boru saw the most beautiful sight of his life. Was he thinking of that moment, too?
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Throw flowers, throw flowers, throw flowers