"If it were winter,
crush the orange-red and blue-green fields of winter."
That day, Wen Yu traded a song for a cigarette. As she listened to the frantic beat in her headphones, she found herself inexplicably drawn to how sexy the hand holding the cigarette looked. The cigarette still glowed a deep red when Cheng Yan flicked it, sending ash to the ground. It seemed to fall right onto Wen Yu's heart.
They watched fireworks together, crammed for exams during an insane study week, and rode a motorcycle all over half the city. Her tears streamed in the wind, and her heart pounded faster than when she slid down the stair railing and crashed headfirst into Cheng Yan's arms.
More than once, they parted on bad terms.
They were both so stubborn that neither could rein the other in.
The birthmark beneath Wen Yu's left eye looked like a flame cleaved in two. She was a wildflower in the endless night, forever secretly enamored with herself. Like the whirlpool and sharks already lurking beneath a ripple-free sea, like a scorching rose, she reveled in raging storms.
Cheng Yan had handsome features and looked at everyone with affection. He was lost in his own freedom, like a river winding through the rugged mountains, like a sturdy larch standing on a frozen plain, like a proud, untamed wolf, carefree and wild.
"Grandpa, does freedom have a destination?"
"Freedom comes from within."
"But where do I find myself?"
"Wherever your heart leads, that's where you'll find yourself."
Years later, when they met again, he cornered her in a cramped space. Their senses spoke for them, their breaths intertwined.
"Want a drink? Or maybe some sleep?"
His breath brushed her ear, as if countless hands were winding around her, sending tingles through her.
"We could also have a drink, then... sleep together."
That year, we were far more passionate than words can express.
Theme: The wind blows so fiercely, Kui Chuan's art, a rose dancing wild and free, growing untamed.
