Eleven years ago at night, the wind was blowing just right, neither cold nor hot, like a sweet love.
"Why are you here? Are you drinking?"
"A little bit."
"You're angry because I didn't come to you. Do you miss me?"
"How could..."
"I miss you too."
"Stop making trouble, we are all men!"
"What's the matter?"
"Do you want a boyfriend?"
Xie Anyan smiled and raised the corners of his mouth. He heard that his voice gradually became the same as that of eleven years ago.
He said.
"Okay."
Intention: pure love