Seven Day Exchange

I stole another life from me for seven whole days. He opened his mouth seven years ago and was with Su Wan. I don't. I only like it. In every circle of friends, for seven years, I never commented. When I woke up, I was standing downstairs in Su Wan's dormitory. She handed over a glass of soy milk. It doesn't matter, seven days is long enough, long enough for me to remember the temperature of the soy milk, the sunset on the top of the mountain, and the light touch when she stood up on tiptoe to touch my cheek. On the night of the seventh day, I opened the dormitory door. Be prepared to give it all back. Su Wan leaned against the door frame. He didn't even look up.