"Chen Yusheng," Jiang Wan's voice sounded, so calm that there was no trace of ripples. "Everyone is a straight line." She raised her hand and traced it vaguely in the dim air with her fingertips, as if tracing an invisible trajectory. "After a brief intersection, they will only move farther and farther in their respective directions."
Jiang Wan looked beyond him to the end of the road swallowed by dusk in the distance: "And after separation, we are no longer us."
"Then bend it—"
His eyes were as sharp as knives, firmly locking Jiang Wan's gaze that he was trying to dodge.
"Bend until we meet again."
Concept: Youth Campus