The Night Is Gentle

In this city, night is never meant for rest. Lin Jing always thought that she was just used to coming home late. Until one night after the rain, she heard a voice that was not in a hurry to be understood. The voice didn't ask her where she was going, nor did she urge her to make a choice. It just stood with her while the lights were still on. They got close in the night, exchanging warmth in silence, but never said their love to each other. This is not a story about possession, but a story about being seen with tenderness. When the lights are still on and the night is still long, some feelings don't have to wait until dawn.