When Gu Bei stomped his feet to turn on the voice-activated light for the seventeenth time in the dark and cold corridor, he remembered the hot and windless summer when he met Li Jundao, which was the beginning of his three years of youth in chaos.
In winter in province X, it's minus 18 degrees. It was the temperature that Gu Bei missed again after escaping.
The heat in the fried rice noodle shop melted the snowflakes on Li Jundao's shoulders. He smiled at Gu Bei across the two steaming bowls of rice noodles.