In the summer of 1989, Yibo joined his new high school, with the hope of a new beginning. Finally leaving from the grip of his messed-up family, he wanted to feel the summer breeze. And to his surprise, he found Zhan- his roommate.
The boy who smil...
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Love- never binds you. It never holds you back. For love- is to pain, to sorrow, to home, to be free. Love never seeks freedom because that is what it is. And it never leaves. It stays; some in the moments, some in the memories and some deep down in the pit of our heart, momentarily making us forget but eventually stays longer than we have known to it ourselves. For example, the dishevelled colours of sunset are much alike. It is all from the sun with different shades but in the same form and with the same potential of beauty. Love is not just a word in English and it was never associated with jealousy, it was something to admire, to be criticized as a poetry, but we need to be patient all along. After all, everything is gibberish when we are just unable to understand it.
We meet some people in this life whom we do not expect to meet. Life is unfair enough to lead us between sorrow. But eventually, it comes to end. With a summer wind, with cheery blossoms with soft lips that kiss us...
This is our story. The story of my sun. The story of his sky. The sun that I see is named after him.
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