Qian Zilai lost his job on the first day he turned thirty-one.
His life equation always seems to be solving for the middle value: working ability above the passing line, material standards of having enough food and clothing, and interpersonal relationships that reach the point.
Until the first second he saw Luo Qiao while standing on the African continent, he felt that something was broken, it was his heart.
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In Qian Zilai's second year in Tanzania, the rainy season arrived as expected.
He suddenly woke up late one night. Luo Qiao was sleeping soundly in the crook of his neck. His hair tickled his neck as he breathed.
The curtains were not drawn, and there was a pair of bright, beastly eyes outside the window. It was a wild cheetah.
He stared at the cheetah for about five seconds, and then Luo Qiao hugged him with his arms that only had light scars.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and Motuo was sleeping peacefully next to him.
Intention: Long live life
