the above gif is lijun, played by dylan wang from the latest chinese adaptation of meteor garden.
things take a steep turn downward from here. hang in there. and again, thank you as always for reading ♡
all my love,
krissy
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N I G H T S E V E N
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DECEMBER 24, 2015
Wen and Mei are fifteen
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"THE PERSON YOU are calling could not be reached. Please leave a voicemail at the..."
Wen swears under his breath. Traffic blares and blurs around him, a chaos of blinding colors melting together in his teary vision. The pandemonium sweeping through Causeway Bay on Christmas Eve has turned the twisting streets into a maze of crowds, Christmas-decorated shopping mall balconies and complexes stretching overhead like tangled fingers, leaving Wen dizzy with panic.
He spins in frantic circles at the crosswalk, phone raised to his ear, murmuring. "Pick up...pick up..."
A rattling sound indicates the crosswalk's go signal,and he's taken with excited crowds across a wide street squeaking with buses and trams and singing with Christmas carols. The world sways.
Wenkang, comes the memory of Mei's father's broken voice. Wenkang.
Wen has never needed words--even when he saw the phone rang early this morning before dawn, even when he saw the phone number of Mei's father flashing across his phone, heard the grief-soaked silence on the other end greeting him.
It happened overnight, the passing of Mei's mother.
She ran out--I don't know where she went--please--
Wen drags shaking fingers through his hair, gathers his breath, and calls his brother. On the second ring, Wangmin picks up, voice thick. "You heard?"
"Where's Mei?" he demands desperately.
There's a shift of blankets--Wangmin must still be at home, huddled in his blankets, hiding from the world. "I don't fucking know. Give her space."
