Drunk

At 17, Gu Yi clumsily let his light shine into Xu Mu's world. Even the lake, which should have been calm as still water, rippled in that instant.

"Our sweat falls on the same patch of grass. This vibrant green proclaims to the whole world: Xu Mu, I love you."

That night, there was no moon at all.

"Xu Mu, I don't love you anymore. Leaving might be for the best."

Ignoring the questions behind him, he turned and walked away. It seemed that if he walked fast enough, he could hide the dampness at the corners of his eyes.

Seven years later

The next time he heard that familiar name, it was at Xu Mu's funeral.

That day, the sun shone warmly, flowers filled the air with fragrance, and the wind was gentle.

His hoarse throat stirred once more.

"Xu Mu, now that you're dead, I'll try to live a little longer."

"Maybe it's better for you that there's no Gu Yi in heaven."

Theme: Day and night can never share the same sky.