A sharp temper doesn’t suit an ordinary person like her. Only diamonds can afford to have sharp edges; everyone else has long since been smoothed and rounded by life, becoming one of countless identical pebbles on the beach, just like Mei Youyou. The spacious, bright kitchen isn’t hers; the cramped loft in a narrow alley is. The constant climate control in a sports car isn’t hers; the stuffy heat on the bus is. A hand held tight and never let go isn’t hers; a cold, retreating figure is. Those things are all dreams, and dreams always end when you wake, no matter how real they seem.
