The man passively let Qin Feng carry it on his back, tightly grasping Qin Feng's oversized backpack, and the tears that had been accumulating in his eyes finally fell. But the man didn't dare to cry. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his cheek on his sleeve. Then, hesitatingly, he gently pressed his face against the very broad and warm back.
At this time, Qin Feng certainly didn't see the man's tears, let alone the gratitude and faint nostalgia in the man's eyes.
On that cold winter night, the man was 25 years old and Qin Feng was 18 years old. They met for the first time because of an accident.