Warm the Tea in the South and Warm the People in the North.

The writing is a bit sadistic, but actually it's sweet~ My encounter with him was like in a novel, at a bus station where no one wanted to stop. People there are always in a hurry to get on and off the bus. He and I are no different, living in this hasty world as two strangers. Later, I unexpectedly learned that he, this stranger, and I lived in the same place. Who would have known that I would be possessed by a man, watching the building opposite from time to time, that not-so-distant yet untouchable distance? He and I always met inadvertently, at different times and in different places. It almost made me think that I had an agreement with him. But he and I never knew each other, and we never dared to use the word "we" to tell this story.