It became routine for you and your boyfriend to go out driving on his motorcycle whenever you couldn’t sleep. These late night drives were something you looked forward to.

You always told Xiao not to go too fast, but he did anyway. Was it to tease you? Partially. But the whole reason was so you held on tighter to him, he loved that feeling.

The sound of the engine, the warmth flooding your chest, the petrichor emanating from Xiao, and the wind’s silence, it all reminds you of him.