That night, the cold moonlight frosted the withered grass white.
On the grassy slope, a tall figure and a short one sat atop the hill, their small shadows stretching out behind them.
After tending to her wounds again, Xu Qingling looked at the silent, sharp-edged boy and tried calling his name. "Chen Xun."
"Yeah?"
"If we could leave this place someday, what would you most want to do?"
Chen Xun was silent for a long while. His tightly pressed lips softened slightly. "Music, I guess."
His low voice drifted into the distance with his gaze. "I want to play the piano again."
The night breeze brushed past. The crimson mark on his brow was still painfully vivid, but all she saw was moonlight dancing in his eyes.
He asked her, "What about you?"
Xu Qingling came back to herself and grinned. "I want to eat meat. Steak, chicken drumsticks." She waved the oversized sleeves she wore. "I'm way too skinny."
Later, at a pier damp with sea spray.
Xu Qingling knelt, curled into a ball, clutching a silver portable music player to her chest.
The last rays of the setting sun fell across the girl's arched back, its smooth curve like a full moon.
Yet once, she had been all angles and bones.
Mutual salvation
Theme: Love life
