The time when Wu Jia and Lin Xinran were in their third year of high school were the happiest. Under the cover of night, they carefully avoided the crowd and hid behind the empty teaching building to get intimate. The two of them leaned against the moss-covered wall, their foreheads touching, their breath and hair tangled together. Even though they knew they were safe only under the protection of the night, they still looked forward to the day when they could walk side by side under the blue sky like ordinary lovers.
Many years later, Wu Jia sat alone in a bar, talking about the past and staying up all night. The dim light stretched her figure very long, as if she wanted to fill the empty room. The hands that were as steady as holding a scalpel were holding the lighter and were shaking slightly, unable to light the cigarette between their fingers.
She said: "I really want to see the blue sky again."
Intention: Love without getting it
