The sticky moisture from that summer is still entangled in the seams of Pei Suixun's bones eight years later, leaving mottled marks.
In the hotel, the mottled walls kept swaying, and Pei Suixuan indulged in the cheap happiness bought for thirty yuan in an hourly room. Looking at Ning Huaisheng's familiar yet unfamiliar face in a blur, I didn't have time to think about it before I was involved in the next wet, sticky and trembling skin-to-skin contact. When they saw each other again, the young man stood tall and straight with warm eyebrows, standing in the narrow stairwell, looking at her quietly. The next second, a school uniform scented with soap clips covered her head, and a warm and strong hand took her and led her away from the suffocating space. As a result, the unfinished humidity of that night continued to spread in Pei Suixu's embarrassing and difficult life, forcefully intruding into the world that supported her. But when the cicadas chirped hoarsely again and the air became dull again, all the secret joy and redemption were shattered, leaving only the dampness in the corners of Pei Suixun's eyes and under his body for countless late nights in the past eight years.
Big twist and no twist
Concept: Senses and Her