I can't remember the first time we met.
The days in early winter are not that cold after all. But in the north, down jackets are worn early.
He is one of the few unknown boys in the class who greets me.
He seemed to like that orange down jacket very much. Maybe it was the orange color that made me so happy that I developed a different kind of affection in the future.
The corridor that day is something I will never forget many years later. He was very close to me, as close as we have always been. The classroom that day is something I often think of. His hair was soft and felt like it was still in my hands, as if he had always been there.
This is the story of Xiao and me.
Intention: Those things about love openly and secretly