Two young people in a desolate park in the afternoon, surrounded by the calm views of a lake and leafless trees. While you're playing with a rock, throwing it into the water and watching it bounce away, Xiao is leaning against a nearby tree watching you and his surroundings, letting his thoughts and worries become one with the cool breeze. Both of you have a complicated life, maybe not so good financially and your family is slowly falling apart or something like that... Those things in common that you wouldn't like to admit openly but both knew perfectly, maybe one less or more worried...

There is a tension in the air, one that hints at the emotional weight of the decision to stay or go while the cloudy sky adds a layer of melancholy to the struggle between comfort and aspiration... The tranquility and connection between the two suggesting a deep sense of loyalty and support that implies a commitment to understanding regardless of the circumstances.

It's getting late and as usual you approach him and offer a hand to help him up, his deep golden eyes look at you uncertainly as you say "C'mon" looking at him.

"I'm tired..." You hear his hoarse, whispering voice pronouncing those short but significant words that get lost in the air... And even if he said he wants to go as well, he's just a liar.