zhanliuxuan
A wish is not a passing thought; it is a seed that fate plants deep in the heart.
For Xuan, that seed was planted in a sun-drenched, golden field, years before he knew the devastating price of the wish, or the beautiful, fleeting time he would spend nurturing it. He had always been a solitary boy, practical and driven, but the sight of the other boy, Liu, smiling into the fragile yellow dust, always gave Xuan a quiet, secret hope he didn't know he needed. He drove past the field one last time and missed the sight, unaware that destiny had already arranged their re-meeting.