The Southern Wind Knows How Much

At twelve, little Xu Mo met Gu Nanzhi again, but she had long since forgotten who he was. Who could remember the embarrassing time she clung to someone at age three, licking and begging them to buy her candy? Later, Gu Nanzhi said, "Xu Mo, until we meet again."

Later still, a drunk Xu Mo pinned Gu Nanzhi against the wall. Her fingers brushed his outer eye, and she wouldn't pull away, tracing from the corner of his eye to his brow, as gently as a dandelion settling on her heart.

"Gu Nanzhi, do you know?" she whispered. "Your eyes are so beautiful. They look like they're full of stars, and there's... a little Xu Mo, too."

I came so late. Please don't hold it against me...