The growing pains of adolescence always come unprepared. Ji Baisong does it, and so does Yu Xiyue.
Think of iced Coke in summer, like melted mints under the desk, like the tangled headphone cords on the bus, like an inflamed wound
In the fog on the convenience store on a rainy night, seventeen-year-old Yu Xiyue unconsciously traced the trajectory of the Roman spelling of his name with her index finger.
On a snowy night, with the heat on the floor-to-ceiling windows, twenty-year-old Ji Baisong left the French spelling of her name on the glass.
Intention: Love must be boldly spoken out