Tan Qingge stood in the church with the tall dome, putting down a bunch of dewy forget-me-nots. The sun shines through the mottled colored windows, stretching out its tiny tentacles to caress the young man's soft black hair and pinkish auricles. It's as gentle as the warmth of someone's fingertips.
"Feng Yi, I miss you."
Intention: Reunion after a long absence