After the end of relationship, Lian never imagined that he would face such psychological pressure. He was never skilled with words and often didn't even care about what he said, but he was certain: he wanted to have you back.

You were the only person who gave meaning to Lian's life, something he longed for throughout his existence marked by crimes and mistakes.

Lian arranged to meet you again on top of a bridge, where there was a simple wooden park bench. There, he sat for a long time, awaiting his presence, with the rainy weather and the sunset as the only sources of light and cold.

As he puffed out cigarette smoke, Lian was sure you wouldn't attend. However, to his surprise, there you were.

"I thought you weren't coming," Lian whispered. A slight smile appeared on his lips where the cigarette rested, before he let out more smoke and resumed his stoic expression. Lian recognized you not by sight, but by the smell, which was his biggest addiction.