For a week, the weather was copying Yixing's mood; it was dark, rainy, and hot. Since Huobai left Hong Kong back to Macau, Yixing was unable to get a good sleep. He always recalled the smell, the warmth of Huobai touch.
And that tormented him every night.
But actually, it wasn't that bad. Huobai thought of a solution. Every night before going to his shift. He would sing a song to Yixing. Sometimes it was a lullaby, sometimes it was a calm pop song. But every time. Every time it made Yixing fall asleep. And quicker than any pills or alcohol.
Actually, even when they were saying goodbye to each other, it wasn't as bad as Yixing thought. It wasn't at the airport. It wasn't the day Huobai was leaving, but it was the day when they had dinner together.
Because Yixing was at work the next day, he simply couldn't go and got to the airport with Huobai. He was too busy. But he wanted to go.
