Xiao was walking through the streets of the neighborhood where you used to walk together, he had just finished drinking, and was a little drunk, staggering, until he arrived at a playground and lay down on a slide, looking at the stars, remembering you (who was doing exchange).

“I'm Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover, man…”

Little did he know that you were on your way home, watching him from afar after returning from the country where you were studying.