You Wangye could feel Jiang Yuran's struggle, hear the hurried footsteps passing outside, and see a sparrow perched on the window frame, tilting its head to look at them. But he paid no attention to any of it.
The warmth, the tears at the young man's eyes, and the vigorous, thriving, furious life burning in his arms: his old anxieties, discontent, and concern, all those vague feelings finally came into focus. He surrendered willingly. He admitted it: this man was his past, his future, and his present.
He had to have this flame.
Dedicated to my high school days
Theme: Making peace with the world
